The Songs Of The Missing Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

such shadowy things were left at the door

the night wind singing the heart's cry no more

the wind at the breaking point

clouds on the moor

have clouded my daydreams

and battered the shore

of the land that is drifting

the dream ship at sea

the songs of the missing

keep coming to me

and brightest in summer

tear bright on the lea

is the music I wish for

when I cannot sleep

and slow in their answers

the wheeling of stars

still keeps me here drifting

still comforts my heart.

mary angela douglas 7 august 2023