music, foundation of empires I dreamed then
in the rattling days suddenly a clear space rose,
and everything fades except a single terrace
of night, this fabric of stars;.lost,
coming into view
where are you he hears his angels call
the violins in the yard
spilling out of windows wending through
the early lillacs' scent.
he answers nothing
while the universe forms words slowly
in a drift of mint.
I am lined with stars he cries
what am I to do with them now
mary angela douglas 28 march 2018
in the rattling days suddenly a clear space rose,
and everything fades except a single terrace
of night, this fabric of stars;.lost,
coming into view
where are you he hears his angels call
the violins in the yard
spilling out of windows wending through
the early lillacs' scent.
he answers nothing
while the universe forms words slowly
in a drift of mint.
I am lined with stars he cries
what am I to do with them now
mary angela douglas 28 march 2018
