[music: Requiem, Gabriel Faure;Fanfare for the Common Man, Aaron Copeland...]
the maps to the poems have been lost! the king cried out in his sleep his sleep was worn quite through
and cried in unison his royal shadows from the errant castle no longer that distinct- but doomed
to a strange obsolescence.never cried the Knight! till his last breath countering
the murky stream while dark angels proclaimed:
now you will weep no longer knowing why and the blizzards lock you out of the lace works.
but I stood still in the clouded woods waiting for the vagaries to arrive, shaking their pearled manes-
did he exclaim? and did I realize
or put another way, as all things will be, someday: I have come to this courtyard mused the merchant
to this particular courtyard and no other to the wild rose hedge glow in the snows
soothed the Invisible(auditor of all fairy tales then) .
pluck the rose and Beauty regardless of this at home may go on to lead her ordinary ordinary life though
somewhere the silver bells peal out in ordinary time with a difference,
and cried in unison his royal shadows from the errant castle no longer that distinct- but doomed
to a strange obsolescence.never cried the Knight! till his last breath countering
the murky stream while dark angels proclaimed:
now you will weep no longer knowing why and the blizzards lock you out of the lace works.
but I stood still in the clouded woods waiting for the vagaries to arrive, shaking their pearled manes-
did he exclaim? and did I realize
or put another way, as all things will be, someday: I have come to this courtyard mused the merchant
to this particular courtyard and no other to the wild rose hedge glow in the snows
soothed the Invisible(auditor of all fairy tales then) .
pluck the rose and Beauty regardless of this at home may go on to lead her ordinary ordinary life though
somewhere the silver bells peal out in ordinary time with a difference,
some are called out of the world to enjewel God the works of God, of man written under duress against the exile
of loveliness
or at least,leaving the ornate calendars behind-supping on cabbage soup, dark bread.oh but he's a jewel all on his own
I said (knowing that I remember the silver names of God and stand unshod on an
uncomprehending plain as if to say, I remember light when all is night and
we had lost our medieval way; tearful, not even hand in hand laid rail to rail in a fractured land
that Beauty may float over us still,in the kingdoms of our sleep)
mary angela douglas 29 august 2015;25 october 2019;26 october 2019
of loveliness
or at least,leaving the ornate calendars behind-supping on cabbage soup, dark bread.oh but he's a jewel all on his own
I said (knowing that I remember the silver names of God and stand unshod on an
uncomprehending plain as if to say, I remember light when all is night and
we had lost our medieval way; tearful, not even hand in hand laid rail to rail in a fractured land
that Beauty may float over us still,in the kingdoms of our sleep)
mary angela douglas 29 august 2015;25 october 2019;26 october 2019
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