or in the conservatory of Orion
leaving our fingerprints there on each facet
of the diamond stars or tread with angels
the fields of Mars and carry rose bright sunrise
as a bouquet
I know you will say to me but when;
I only know walking on earth is hard
when there are mines and when your foot
declines to answer the call of your mind
carry me over rough stone dear God
I am blinded by tears
carry me over the thresjomg uears
and set me down new winged
like mercury mercury's child
with a message made of silver:
Eternity, in a little while.
mary angela douglas 25 july 2020
mary angela douglas 25 july 2020
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