as I stood before the looking glass wood
seven angels at my side
all other mirrors glanced aside
their windows blackening.
I saw the balloon of emerald glide
down to the shivering shore.
seven angels at my side
the rose composed of deep thought
and a singular fragrance
wrought of me the vow of childhood
not to forsake.
not to forsake and the seven angels cried
and the candelebras of the stars wept the dew
and this is you then and you now dressed in meteors, simply
still at the wood's edge and the candled whispered wish
in your head on the fond cake with the family then
the pledge taken
with vows as soft as snow unbeknownst to them
the emerald balloon ascending
the seven angels by my side.
the night countries of Orion.
the woods lit up with snow in the Dream Time.
I hear them whispering, goodbye,goodbye my child
the red rose shielded in my heart through thickening winds
no emblem of the moment but abiding
and God the garden, guardian, the snows in my heart filling up
to the brim of starlight broken apart, the bread of Beauty.
and all of it, in a lava of gold cannot cannot subside
a quake of the beautiful
awakening awakening
I have brought and sold none of it
cherry bright preserved it beyond diamond bright
There, on the Other Side not made of stone, but if so,
stone weeping weeping
mystifying the angels
my balloon glides home.
mary angela douglas 24 august 2018
seven angels at my side
all other mirrors glanced aside
their windows blackening.
I saw the balloon of emerald glide
down to the shivering shore.
seven angels at my side
the rose composed of deep thought
and a singular fragrance
wrought of me the vow of childhood
not to forsake.
not to forsake and the seven angels cried
and the candelebras of the stars wept the dew
and this is you then and you now dressed in meteors, simply
still at the wood's edge and the candled whispered wish
in your head on the fond cake with the family then
the pledge taken
with vows as soft as snow unbeknownst to them
the emerald balloon ascending
the seven angels by my side.
the night countries of Orion.
the woods lit up with snow in the Dream Time.
I hear them whispering, goodbye,goodbye my child
the red rose shielded in my heart through thickening winds
no emblem of the moment but abiding
and God the garden, guardian, the snows in my heart filling up
to the brim of starlight broken apart, the bread of Beauty.
and all of it, in a lava of gold cannot cannot subside
a quake of the beautiful
awakening awakening
I have brought and sold none of it
cherry bright preserved it beyond diamond bright
There, on the Other Side not made of stone, but if so,
stone weeping weeping
mystifying the angels
my balloon glides home.
mary angela douglas 24 august 2018
