such shadowy things were left at the door
the night wind singing the heart's cry no more
the wind at the breaking point
clouds on the moor
have clouded my daydreams
and battered the shore
of the land that is drifting
the dream ship at sea
the songs of the missing
keep coming to me
and brightest in summer
tear bright on the lea
is the music I wish for
when I cannot sleep
and slow in their answers
the wheeling of stars
still keeps me here drifting
still comforts my heart.
mary angela douglas 7 august 2023
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