IN CERTAIN LIGHTS

 

In certain lights, perhaps the lights of jewelers

what if our words were prisms

And cast all colours in the air

In radiant bands

And I would say to you perhaps a word of indigo

A feeling of deep green on rose

And colours would be our language

And glittering light

And we would never be misunderstood 

Or misunderstand

Aware of everything as if in the Dream Time

As language and light would be as one.

mary angela douglas 15 march 2024