Music Shall Fade When Wandering Ends

music shall fade when wandering ends

when it pays the dear  Sender to rescind our coronating suns

and we have vanished, a thing difficult

to think upon and so we dream of it.instead

softening, blurring  the edges; shading the watercolour

aftermaths we shall not witness, alas;

dreaming feels closer to consolation and for the

dread of it, pondered on the back of that

taciturn blue black raven

as it is said, all devouring Time.

forever nibbling at the strawberries.

dreaming is best

for how can logic help us when we must disappear

yet snow does, every year and rains will wash away again

chalk pictures of the children from the summer  pavements

then

we will leave everything

mere dew on the roses that we are

in our glad trajectories, trembling a little

stray kites let go

as clouds leave the landscape and thus, the painting, bare of

the blazing tableaux

and stranger to the mind, to know put simply:

we will leave all homework behind and not be counted tardy.

music shall fade then, kaleidoscope turned

when we will no longer, longer yearn

to add up old scores or explore the blue ranges of our thought

or Saturdays at the museums;

to live, folklorically.and drink coffee rich with cream

from a thick cup oh

fairytale, coming apart at the seams

ah lyric lyric, chirring  cricket, in the grass

how will I leave you whom I loved not last.

mary angela douglas 19 february 2022