beautiful gravity, you who ask so little
except that falling objects learn to fly
to you I write these lines and
hide them under a stone.
what are words if they are weightless
why will they then glide
making it harder to say
exactly the right thing
when all that comes between a sigh
and a sigh is Heavenly light.
the ache in your heart that was the wind
somehow I feel as if it were my own,
beautiful gravity.
without you snow would whirl up
and become
merely the moonlight.
though goodness knows
even with you here
everything always is going away
and disappears.
mary angela douglas 14 december 2017
except that falling objects learn to fly
to you I write these lines and
hide them under a stone.
what are words if they are weightless
why will they then glide
making it harder to say
exactly the right thing
when all that comes between a sigh
and a sigh is Heavenly light.
the ache in your heart that was the wind
somehow I feel as if it were my own,
beautiful gravity.
without you snow would whirl up
and become
merely the moonlight.
though goodness knows
even with you here
everything always is going away
and disappears.
mary angela douglas 14 december 2017
