WORDS COULD FALL

 

WORDS COULD FALL

words could fall from great heights

petal soft from the Tree of Heaven

Springtime words, hush thee, sleep my child

Sweet child; words, breezes to

Cradle thee in thy morning sleeping;

Flower scented, the little winds bring only a

whisper of warming sun

Upon you, little one

In dreams it is always this way

That the day is forever breaking;

Their nightfall never comes.

mary angela douglas 23 june 2024