The Way Things Looked When Set Against The Skies

the way things looked when set against the skies
the sunset alphabets comprise
the soul shock shot silk gold with feeling

and the amber scenes unreeling
in the hereafters when the wind sighs
slightly lifting the curtains

who was I then so faintly shines the soul
when angels puffed the unmapped corners out
or the fresh imprints of the rose gardens unscrolled

before life grew this hard
and time spilled over spilled
scattering all its jewels

where once you said to yourself 
or pointing it out to whoever was listening then
by the raspberry shrubs in your summer outfit

so certain of your prize:
"ah, there the treasure lies..."

mary angela dougas 1 july 2017