mendelssohn dreams of the cloudless blue
at twilight, the Fairy Queen's entrances
tangled with silver in the woods
impetuous it is understood
the glittering panoply from the start
far from the servitude of the world
mendelssohn dreams of the clouded nights
the Fairy King's stations of the cross
all to whom the truth is lost
beyond the dream mirror
on the other side
I am a child with a bride like doll
always arriving when the curtains part
full of the fairydust of the heart
or when the light parts from the dark
in the music, always crying.
mendelssohn dreams of the players awake
the strange engarlanded, the childish mistakes
the starcrossed, the starcrossed always make
the dreamers awake and midsummer too
reality fades when the music's through
and this is the way I always feel
that only the dream, the dream, is real.
mary angela douglas 14 february 2023
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