For The Green Words Sung To Only One

words flowed over the surface of flowers at night

words dipped out of the sky like birds from flight and sang in 

my 

dream trees

and all the sonorities I heard then

on waking again,

I heard on the winds turning back

as though I were young again

reliving those green songs

and I can sing them still

and I could, all along

and offer them to the Maker of all things

straight to his Heart o let them wing

my ruled paper airplanes flown however erringly, 

toward Him alone, 

and glancing off the sun.

mary angela douglas 12 november 2021