in codes of rose, my silent life flying
the staff of the trebled moon
and that, impearled
in codes of rose, the inevitable unfolding
like the dawns, rinsed,
in the last of the stars.
Dewdrop, i was here once on the earth;
can you leave no sign?
to let them know
when they come,
the children of Time
mary angela douglas10 october 2017
the staff of the trebled moon
and that, impearled
in codes of rose, the inevitable unfolding
like the dawns, rinsed,
in the last of the stars.
Dewdrop, i was here once on the earth;
can you leave no sign?
to let them know
when they come,
the children of Time
mary angela douglas10 october 2017
