come brightly up the walkway
where the shadows are so fey
where the mixed violets in the woods make the
twilight of the day most vivid
time will be out of reach then
music, more silvery
come down from the shore of it
what has made you weary?
words from the long ago
still hold the heart I know
from so long ago
not even the ghosts would
realize
they had forgotten most of it;
why they wander so
trying to be near it
to be where I dont feel
so in the way
where the grass grows ever taller
into the constellations
we always knew it could one day
where I am not like Alice smaller
floating into the garden on a flood of tears.
mary angela douglas november 22 2022
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