Winning

I looked for the mirror,it didn't shine
I looked at the clock but it wasn't time
i feet my heart is winding down

somewhere velvet with no sound
I made a music born to last
but that was long before I knew

that there was frost upon the grass
and all I look for still is lost
and I'm lost too from

sphere to sphere
longing for the winning year.

mary angela douglas 7 february 2018