Music Shall Fade When Wandering Ends (Final Version) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

music shall fade when wandering ends
when it pays the dear Sender to rescind our coronating suns
and we have vanished, a thing difficult
to think upon and so we dream of it.instead
softening, blurring the edges; shading the watercolour
aftermaths we shall not witness, alas;
dreaming feels closer to consolation and for the
dread of it, pondered on the back of that
taciturn blue black raven
as it is said, all devouring Time.
forever nibbling at the strawberries.
dreaming is best
for how can logic help us when we must disappear
yet snow does, every year and rains will wash away again
chalk pictures of the children from the summer pavements
then
we will leave everything
mere dew on the roses that we are
in our glad trajectories, trembling a little
stray kites let go
as clouds leave the landscape and thus, the painting, reft of
the blazing tableaux
and stranger to the mind, to know put simply:
we will leave all homework behind and not be counted tardy
music shall fade then, kaleidoscope turned
when we will no longer, longer yearn
to practice old scores or explore the blue ranges of our thought
or Saturdays at the museums;
to live, folklorically.and drink coffee rich with cream
from a thick cup oh
fairytale, coming apart at the seams
ah lyric lyric, even chirring cricket, in the grass
behold your moonlight is so vast
how will I leave you whom I loved not last.

mary angela douglas 19 february 2022; 18 march 2023