Nocturne Again, In The Small Sleep Of The World Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

talking in the sleep of the world the small leaves sigh
sigh down corridors of moonlight
year on year

all things fade into their beginning
the painting's on the wind
it chimes

down corridors of moonlight
in the sleep of the world
the artist wakes, all colours fade

into their beginning
the small leaves sigh
do the stars listen

glistening every time
a small child sighs
how many weeks till

the Christmas of the world,
returns?
and will You find me
everywhere

the small leaves sigh
down corridors of dream
dream, in the fading of the world

mary angela douglas 19 january 2014