TIME DO NOT LEAVE ME LIKE AN ORPHANED CHILD

 

TIME DO NOT LEAVE ME LIKE AN ORPHANED CHILD

Time do not leave me like an orphaned child

Though I have recklessly spent your golden coins

On dreaming what better expense

On gazing out into the watercoloured trees

Pale green in April against grey skies

I feel I am fading, my face like a diminished flower in each mirror

Wavering reflection in every looking glass

The future ghost of myself in constant rehearsals

My soul aching to break free barely tethered to my ribcage too early

Time do not diminish me I pray thee wait,

Admonish me not for being tardy

Let my small candle be renewed and blaze up in

A mysterious wind

Lest the opaled gates of Eternity

Open too hastily for me.

before there is time enough to proffer

These bouquets of farewells, regrets

Joys without measure undeserved

To the luminous, the terrible earth.

I have loved.

nary angela douglas 8 april 2024