You Cannot Know Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the cloud spent beauty of the day declines;
the willows waft by ancient ponds
and you peer so deeply into the wells

where a fairy skidded moon appears;
is it the surface you ask
but no one there

that ever catches you unaware and
alone, compels this love of
the froth on the wind;

the candle flame going out, again.

fasten the shutters from the inside,
my soul;
you cannot know this.

mary angela douglas 6 july 2016