Radiant, Nonetheless

nacreous clouds I have known
the silk flown scarves of God
the pearls we dropped along the road

to trace the thin trail back

scooped up and hollowed out
we saw the blue winds, like lines
across the page of the foreign illustration

for the last days musicale, rainbow scattered
the brooches of the sun
when the rains come through

you will come through too
not as in olden times
shod in velvet, or the crystal shoe

but radiant nonetheless
I will remember you
fading like mist

above the auroras
your orchid wrists 
your hands releasing the snowy regrets

I cannot come.

mary angela douglas 8 august 2018