At Times My Dreams Are Like Silent Movies Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

at times my dreams are like silent movies

I think the words I cannot say

for instance, cloud

and a cloud appears with a lemon streak in it

on a lavender horizon

or I think train

and it's already speeding in the other direction

away from me

what can I say anyway

in dream language to myself

I dont already know when I am waking

and the light filters through the blinds

and stray gleams tell me quietly

the snow is on the ground

the stars have fallen to earth.

mary angela douglas 26 october 2020