these things I brought with me from the long ago:
rose tinted clouds, my favorite Christmas snows
the ones outside the castle
the glow of That star
the map to where you are
when you are dreaming
or locked inside the twilight hour
with the key ringing from my
moon of whitest gold.
the valentine requited,
the stories I was told
I told myself
the ones that caused sad
angels to breathe past the rustling of trees.
my harp, of pleasing sounds.
no one knows but me
where the case that holds these lies
in the trunk (wrapped in silk
with its disguise of Spring
woven out of a lily's dream
a midnight's choir.
ah, my mother's lyre, restrung
and all her prayers impearled
for Kingdom Come
mary angela douglas 13 september 2017
rose tinted clouds, my favorite Christmas snows
the ones outside the castle
the glow of That star
the map to where you are
when you are dreaming
or locked inside the twilight hour
with the key ringing from my
moon of whitest gold.
the valentine requited,
the stories I was told
I told myself
the ones that caused sad
angels to breathe past the rustling of trees.
my harp, of pleasing sounds.
no one knows but me
where the case that holds these lies
in the trunk (wrapped in silk
with its disguise of Spring
woven out of a lily's dream
a midnight's choir.
ah, my mother's lyre, restrung
and all her prayers impearled
for Kingdom Come
mary angela douglas 13 september 2017
