AT Dusk We Wrote Our Names, The Name of God

what if we wrote in meteor dust
our last goodbyes to the skies
what if

say that it is so
say that the glow of it remained
for longer than we thought it would

though we were shunned
wasn't it all becoming Light
sad angels asked in the dusk

and I am in the blue of it
falling all around
in the blue light

of the sapphire escapade collapsing
to the ground
the scaffolding of

brief Sistines, unrepeatable

doesn't anyone remember this I cried.
it was called music.

mary angela douglas 15 january 2018