Tuesday, April 11, 2017

The Boat Of Dream

your shadows loom on the wall
but you yourself are small
and the moon is cool

through the silvery trees
the sun is not
except the winter sun

that you forgot
can be silver high in the sky
and inside look as warm as June

from your old room
but in the snows
it's cold you know

the sun you used to
call by amber names all last summer
and carnivaled candy appled

you don't feel well
as if you suddenly outgrew

the crystal shoes
the quests in fairy tales
the crimson sails

of the boat of Dream.

mary angela douglas 11 april 2017