quite a long time we spent in Neverland
gathering up sea glass
to repair the dome of life;
prismatic spyglasses.
how lovely it was to coast along the winds
blown from the northernmost stars
blurred shining, all the flowers
but the sea was too blue
my soul turned acquamarine
after too many shadows sewn
I couldnt remember a thing
that was ever told straight on.
I still remember old stories about the coves
and wonder was that me back then
just a girl in a soft blue gown
like a weathervane
but late for the ballets;
never turning.
mary angela douglas 27 june 2023
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