To The Lord God From Only Me Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

You are my gold
the honeycomb of light
the purple deep down the darkness

the majesty of quiet
the Rose of time
the chimes on the wind

when I am out walking
into distances unseen

and all my let's pretend made real.
the sum of all I feel
the brilliant ore

that can't be mined
my only, only Valentine
the incipient shore

where fitfully I rest, will rest
while I adore.
your child, at best.

what would I be

more?

mary angela douglas 5 november 2017