DREAMS ON EARTH

dreams on earth are flickering

like an old tv

you can't tune them in

there's only so much you can see

and the horizontal's out

the picture's on the wane

and all that I can tell myself

is nothing stays the same

then from an unexpected place

I sense the glory of His face

and all that's commonplace or cruel

well it just seems erased

and angels bend...

and in the wind, from far away

I know that it is early May

and I with flowers in my hair

again.

and Time like silver coins, to spend.

so readily.

mary angela douglas 2 november 2022