Tuesday, April 24, 2018

In A Disconsolate Year

falling away is easier here
I said to myself in  a disconsolate year
and yet not entirely without joy

imagined yes, this is cloud life,
how it feels
and drifting on the reels

as they spin letting enough light in
to mirror the key light effectively.
each in our own remote viewing soon

recounting to an angel's tune
how it was back then, back there
how it may be again

though worlds will fall away by then
as if they had never been.

mary angela douglas 24 april 2018