she wrote in emerald on the falling clouds
Goodbye to Oz, to the lavender teacups
in the china cabinet
boardwalk taffy and the Land of Sighs
to everything we were to the rose garden,
scented in the rains
this, my refrain, my canticle falls apart
in the naming of names so Beauty appeared to us then
the shimmering Christmas angels come to
gather us near too
early you cried and hid
in rounded handwriting
Scheaffer penned.
so, our blue room dissolves
I cannot find it again
the only thing I hold onto
is our prayers back then, the lilied verses
when God knew where we were
and still He knows, though wild
the winds have torn us
from the place we loved
and oh sweet Dove of former remembrances
when will we be
bright penny, rolled Where there is only Light
beyond the music of Time.
mary angela douglas 27 october 2018;rev. 2 february 2019
Goodbye to Oz, to the lavender teacups
in the china cabinet
boardwalk taffy and the Land of Sighs
to everything we were to the rose garden,
scented in the rains
this, my refrain, my canticle falls apart
in the naming of names so Beauty appeared to us then
the shimmering Christmas angels come to
gather us near too
early you cried and hid
in rounded handwriting
Scheaffer penned.
so, our blue room dissolves
I cannot find it again
the only thing I hold onto
is our prayers back then, the lilied verses
when God knew where we were
and still He knows, though wild
the winds have torn us
from the place we loved
and oh sweet Dove of former remembrances
when will we be
bright penny, rolled Where there is only Light
beyond the music of Time.
mary angela douglas 27 october 2018;rev. 2 february 2019
