when the silver word is spoken
I will flee all summers
seeking the coolness of the blue and redeemed stars
nor wander anymore in search of any reasons
to doubt who You are
who I am before you
when the world becomes snow
the wasp like thoughts will end
the buzzing thoughts that give no peace
no gardens will be breached
we will eat the peaches cooled
in hidden springs
the mothers will settle the seams of sleep
we will go out in the dream boats
the coral striped sails will rise, the ones of infinite rose
when the world becomes snow.
on the lake of the rippling moon
shifting our cares on the shores
forever.
mary angela douglas 18 may 2023
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