Ravels of taffeta dusk I have gathered
Silver soliloquies beyond the ken of stars
The something hidden in music
That you cannot say
Because it is what you are
And so you listen instead as if you were
an attending angel
What else have you got to do
You with your ear of pearl
Your longing to be still.
mary angela douglas 2 august 2024
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