I Went To A Grave Of Clouds

i went to a grave of clouds
as though Faure wove the shade
how could I leave my grief there

when it had flowered into light
the singer was singing rider and horse
have plunged into foam

they are not there.
where vultures circle for long awaited jewelry
there is a way from the world paved with

diamond stars and sapphire ringing sound
there I remembered home and
there you are briefly

in the larkspur dark

beginning new etudes
on the Atlantan heights
in golden measures

with no bars.

mary angela douglas 11 june 2018