into the blue their thoughts have gone
clouded, into the marble of Time
I cannot find them;
can you- all their fountaining words-
the perfume of their language, turning;
then they asked sadly, did they, how
could we bury their Spring.
o child my child they sing, it's so far away;
like a harp's glissando; gold flakes
off of the sun into the heart unwon,
I know their phrases lilies were;
wreathed of forgotten flowers;
float on forgotten waters! I cried
to the Unseen
in an unknown tongue.
perhaps their work was done
leaving no clues, used up
leaving the empty cup its filigree
more, than it means to me lost questions
when oh why did the way they looked at things
melt like a dream
beyond angelic recall.
ghosts of the lecture hall.
we must look so small through their vast telescope now
that crystalline point of view
when all the stars were new that now are faint.
or feigned.
does anyone know
what to do
gazing into the blue after them?
mary angela douglas 7 january 2019
clouded, into the marble of Time
I cannot find them;
can you- all their fountaining words-
the perfume of their language, turning;
then they asked sadly, did they, how
could we bury their Spring.
o child my child they sing, it's so far away;
like a harp's glissando; gold flakes
off of the sun into the heart unwon,
I know their phrases lilies were;
wreathed of forgotten flowers;
float on forgotten waters! I cried
to the Unseen
in an unknown tongue.
perhaps their work was done
leaving no clues, used up
leaving the empty cup its filigree
more, than it means to me lost questions
when oh why did the way they looked at things
melt like a dream
beyond angelic recall.
ghosts of the lecture hall.
we must look so small through their vast telescope now
that crystalline point of view
when all the stars were new that now are faint.
or feigned.
does anyone know
what to do
gazing into the blue after them?
mary angela douglas 7 january 2019
