Going Up The Stairs Of Dream Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

[for Amanda Shute Sullivan once again, on a beautiful photograph...]

going up the stairs of dream
in a landscape never seen before
we frame the picture's stillness

restlessness

and it is our own.
on a grey day filled with light
we rearrange the elements

I am the element myself
the wick that makes the picture glow
and is it a detached dwelling,

ultimately, the Soul
and all details are telling me
this is so

how can we see finally
where the stairs will lead
surely and purely they will go on

and so will we through distant Song
though Heaven is clouded over
and the way at times so strange-

and just out of our range.

mary angela douglas 3 august 2017