Leaving the Mysteries Behind

 we'll ring down the curtains sometimes we murmur to ourselves in dreams

and find another place with stars hanging above us like icicles and yet

never falling down, no silver falling down except as light

we'll find flowers too and better roses but how could there be

we sigh turn into clouds we drift away

the early morning light still filters through the blinds and streetlights

and we wake up to what we already know

leaving the mysteries behind

mary angela douglas 16 august 2020