I don't have to be Cinderella to dream
that I am sitting by the pond near the willows
when the ripples come up to my feet and I am standing
awash in the pearl waters of my sleep
and happy in a way I cannot describe even if it's not
like fireworks over the castle
even if it's not the coach and four all in gold
the brocade gown glimmering in all the colours
God ever made if it's not so lemonade in the shade
still it's my dream. it's quiet there.
and a sky of rose sings over me as the larks go.
mary angela douglas 27 august 2020
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