The Way Trees Grow In Dreams Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the way trees grow in dreams

their roots out toward the stars

when the great storms come

I wanted an art song made of this

in an unwritten language.

oh I felt wistful on the looking glass side

looking back at home and its inversions missed.

I wanted to grow like trees in dreams

and so I thought of this

sending this message, waking from one.

one dream like a sigh with a faint imprint on the morning

I have left for you here.

when you are clouded

reading your lines.

when the silver shoes you've shod.

things lined in velvet disappear

roots first, defecting,

into God.

mary angela douglas 24 september 2019