Going Back Were We Crossing The Dream Meridians Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

[our souls are love and a continual farewell
Ephemera, William Butler Yeats]



going back were we crossing the dream meridians

or did our better angels hold the key

and were they turning it as on His Nativity


the moment and the hour pure splendor owned the skies

and were we weeping stars or centuries,

so that everything, suddenly, was Light


after interminable darkness.


home is the name we shuttered by ourselves

and kept alive through infinite travesties

remembering that we owned the sunrise there


lunar uncertainties

the murmur of the pines.

I have cast everything aside now


going forth at a latter age

birdsong seems so far away

but He made everything


every place we knew

or thought we did.

the poets say


I know they do, in all their starry traces

everything is a continual farewell

and though, we cannot conclude


the farther journies by ourselves

something in us knows,

beyond Oz and the city of emeralds


the landscape of the moon


Time will not trespass anymore

and we will be reborn

in the Heaven we were intended for.


mary angela douglas 25 july 2019