the source of it is far away
rooted in clouds that cannot stay
but with a shining overlay
and some had sought at any cost
to find again what song had lost
the silvery eye of the cyclone of Dread
became the peacock eye instead
heavy as lead.
floodtide of the heart!
I hear you again
sifting, dreaming on the wind
pouring balm on the worlds within
bursting the dams of sorrow;
invincible and weeping, Beauty,
into the droughts.
mary angela douglas 2 march 2023
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