Into The Blue Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

into the blue their thoughts have gone

clouded, into the marble of Time

I cannot find them;


can you- all their fountaining words-

the perfume of their language, turning;

then they asked sadly, did they, how


could we bury their Spring.

o child my child they sing, it's so far away;

like a harp's glissando; gold flakes


off of the sun into the heart unwon,

I know their phrases lilies were;

wreathed of forgotten flowers;


float on forgotten waters! I cried

to the Unseen

in an unknown tongue.


perhaps their work was done

leaving no clues, used up

leaving the empty cup its filigree


more, than it means to me lost questions

when oh why did the way they looked at things

melt like a dream


beyond angelic recall.

ghosts of the lecture hall.

we must look so small through their vast telescope now


that crystalline point of view

when all the stars were new that now are faint.

or feigned.


does anyone know

what to do

gazing into the blue after them?


mary angela douglas 7 january 2019