THROUGH A SKY SO TRANSPARENT

 

THROUGH A SKY SO TRANSPARENT

Through a sky so transparent

I can see the glaze on clouds

I wanted to see in that dream

Of apple green, of a fission of roses

Of tears of chandeliered sapphire

Of the river that comes no more to the door

Of the road grown over with honeysuckle and fern

Of the nectar of time sipped clear to

The fading from the stage

Of the former participants

In the dream crowds

Into a white gold light

mary angela douglas 7 july 2024