Tuesday, February 28, 2023

NOR EVER OF DREAMING BE DISABUSED (REVISED)

 

 

so what if they scatter our flotillas of light

with their little pink birthday candles

on aome other shore they will alight

beyond the masquerades, the predictable awnings

we will find the unshaped gardens again

the wild rose music and our pure hearted friends

the beautiful fields of what has been;

who owns the light


serenade it to the lunch time crowds

when you haven't even a quarter for eclairs

whisper to God what they won't permit or bear


to heck with their glares

the night bird sings

the moon in rings is haloed still


call it what you will, a retrograde star

the need to seek the very Far From Here

since childhood. really

to disappear in a Christmas mood

where there isn't any other news


only raspberries and fresh cream...

nor ever of dreaming be disabused.

mary angela douglas 29 august 2022;28 february 2023




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