I want a small room, on the moon
or at the poles, that opens onto
the universe and endless blue terraces
a violet fold in a dress of rose
a bird that nightly sings
with iridescent wings
reminding me of many things beautiful
I want to remain and singing
and free to dream
as far as the eye can never see
and not to be remotely seen but just to be
with God's handkerchief
in His best pocket
I want a small room...
mary angela douglas 30 august 2018
or at the poles, that opens onto
the universe and endless blue terraces
a violet fold in a dress of rose
a bird that nightly sings
with iridescent wings
reminding me of many things beautiful
I want to remain and singing
and free to dream
as far as the eye can never see
and not to be remotely seen but just to be
with God's handkerchief
in His best pocket
I want a small room...
mary angela douglas 30 august 2018
