For That Which Falls Beside The Wayside

Written by Mary Angela Douglas

For that which falls beside the wayside
Creature, or star from distance incomprehensible 
Soul parted from soul
Let there be elegies innumerable
A drift of wind through the green leaves murmuring
Let the clouds sigh over the seas and the seas
Be aquamarine
Let there be the tint of fading roses in the skies
Uncertain the fairytale falters in the rains
That flood with sorrow the mechanisms
That keep us from breathing as if we were free
And endowed by our Creator down to our last resurrected breath
Let the Graces grieve and yet keep dancing
Bare soles on the pale lime turf
Transparent the musing of the eternal primavera
Of the resounding earth
The cry of the small birds daunting winter, blithe
ah, let there be truth,
And no more lies.

mary angela douglas 27 july 2024

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