BLUE MOONS, THE SAPPHIRE ANOMALIES

 

BLUE MOONS, THE SAPPHIRE ANOMALIES

Blue moons, the sapphire anomalies

You watch from your weathered post

And dream into the blue of clearly, hyacinth twilights

Beckoning, darkening the ones you loved the most and

You dream you are the sleep they are the sleep of many flowers

Or will be soon;

In a peacock hour resuming

And In an azure wind

You count –

Your losses

And you know you remember a tune

You used to play by heart

And it seems to you some angel messenger

Should descend and read to you

Softly, the disappearing

Preparing you 

For the twilight dark

In which you will be transfigured

Formally delivered From the sorrowful etudes

Played out

By ghosts on the ruined pianos

Out in the garden of phosphorescent roses

and in the indigo rains.

Mary angela douglas 3 february 2024