Away

into the braiding of the sun
all my wishes once had gone
once had gone

into the weaving, waves at sea
all my fancies, liberty
all my liberty

into the breaking of the crest
each small memory, vanished guests
vanished guests

all my knights in chivalries
all my flowers and my weeds
woven crown of night and day

keeping sorrow still at bay
still at bay

into the dwindling of my tune
beyond the furnishing of rooms
bright of hue

and sweet of scent
everything that I had meant.

everything I tried to say
before my time had ticked away.

mary angela douglas 13 july 2020