The Ink On The Clouds Is Fading Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the ink on the clouds is fading
tell us what to say
who have forgotten everything

from day to day
who must learn by ear
the music to relay

when the lines are down.
God with his conch ear
oceans hears our prayer

the sun is fading everywhere
the moon is next in line
and who can understand his time

cried Mandelstam alone
on the brink of the hereafters
far from home amid the

deprivations of the Soul
sing from the rafters was told to

us in school
but there was no music left then
only the metronomes

of the high winds, lost sierras,
freeze.

mary angela douglas 29 december 2016