I saw the amazing skies with their very own water colours
shine and I felt the shine inside of them the pearl decked clouds
the feeling of music in me
drift, do not drift away I yearned but could not say.
and this was childhood.
they do not teach us this and think we are little because we are
amazed at the
skies and pearled within; they think of us as shells
and require of us school.
and yet without being taught we loved beauty, the high winds;
the little breezes in the rose garden.
and felt we could say things to the stars.
mary angela douglas 25 january 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem