At Dusk We Wrote Our Names, The Name Of God Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

AT DUSK WE WROTE OUR NAMES, THE NAME OF GOD

what if we wrote in meteor dust

our last goodbyes to the skies

what if

say that it is so

say that the glow of it remained

for longer than we thought it would

though we were shunned

wasn't it all becoming Light

sad angels asked in the dusk

and I am in the blue of it

falling all around

in the blue light

of the sapphire escapade collapsing

to the ground

the scaffolding of

brief Sistines, unrepeatable

doesn't anyone remember this I cried.

it was called music.

mary angela douglas 15 january 2018