Blue Moons, The Sapphire Anomalies Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Blue moons, the sapphire anomalies
You watch from your weathered post
And dream into the blue of clearly, hyacinth twilights
Beckoning, darkening the ones you loved the most and
You dream you are the sleep they are the sleep of many flowers
Or will be soon;
In a peacock hour resuming
And In an azure wind
You count -
Your losses
And you know you remember a tune
You used to play by heart
And it seems to you some angel messenger
Should descend and read to you
Softly, the disappearing
Preparing you
For the twilight dark
In which you will be transfigured
Formally delivered From the sorrowful etudes
Played out
By ghosts on the ruined pianos
Out in the garden of phosphorescent roses
and in the indigo rains.
Mary angela douglas 3 february 2024