Perfections Of The Evening

perfections of the evening and the silver lost silver
falling through the trees
I think this the evening breeze

as filtered through the harmonies of Debussy
it is a beautiful evening sings the music
quietly

the beautiful evening flowers with
the night flowers on the breeze
the evening lifts its wings

over the perpetual fading of blue
into deeper blue
and finally it is dark

and yet the heart in daylight listens
to the silver in the music rising and falling
to the interlude, the prelude

or the finishing on a dream
where it shines and where it gleams
and cannot be forgotten

though time abandons it
and lifetimes stream beyond it
in a furtive farewell.

where we have launched our goodbyes.

mary angela douglas 21 february 2019