I dreamed perpetual kingdoms
that were not fazed by the waves
or could not vanish submerging their cathedrals
as in Debussy
or waver in the sunlight for a moment
so that we asked, what was that? was it there.
a rainbow brilliance so suddenly dispersed,
I dreamed perpetual kingdoms in the worst of times too
and a winding stair
and I could go there breaking off with my hands
green leaves that would never depart.
and this was the place I rested at noontime
by the hidden streams that curled under a day lit crescent
moon of blue ivory
when the sky shepherd was bringing
the small lambs home
the ones that changed colours
the ones I thought of,
as my own.
mary angela douglas 9 september 2020
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