we ahould be sailing on the good night ship again
all sails billowing in an opalescent wind
the moon winks gold the stars show jubilee
snow drifts like petals upon an emerald sea
softly, softly
who knows but that the last lullaby may shadow the first
except we won't be rowing back to earth
by sunrise, sunrise
we could do worse than imagine it so
that the last sleep is a flower sleep
in errant lovely april hushed
and the heart is brimming
with the late snows, the late snows
that we will miss so much
then we will Christmas croon Jesu, it's you we adore
and hear our mamas calling us
to moire, pearl bright shores.
mary angela douglas 18 august 2022;1 march 2023
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