After I’d wiped away the tears of laughter at The Barking Beatles, the oracle sobered me up with some calming and soothing thoughts. One from each of four sets of magnets.
Wind whispers to the sky,
shot through with rose-purple,
and the moon, singing sleep songs,
shines on still waters,
spraying diamond rain
among the shadows.
Always blue are ghosts,
never red,
for fire melts their velvet wings.
They dance in the dark,
sail slowly, flower-perfumed
to embrace eternity.
Dew is blue in the night,
touched by starlight.
Morning takes wing
and some tiny wish
comes true.
Follow the bee
to the blossom that falls
to earth, deep and dark.
Listen to the roots’ song,
sweet as the rose,
wild as the wind.
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Thank you, Michael ๐
Always with a great pleasure. Love the poems! Have a nice sunday. ๐ Michael
Hope the rest of your weekend is happy ๐
These get more and more wonderful. Diamond rain…and the blue ghosts…the rootsong…and #3 is just about perfection. (K)
Thanks Kerfe! The oracle was on a roll today! All of them so bright and cheery somehow. I’m grateful to her ๐
I love these, Jane. The Oracle was full of gentle, beautiful wisdom–singing moons, blue ghosts with fire-melted velvet wings, wishes. . . wonderful! I’m reading these early in the morning, and they are beautiful images to start my day!
I was thrilled with them too! It’s so rare that she trots out a whole string of positive thoughts. I’m glad they helped get your day off to a good start ๐
Lovely ๐ Have a great day! โค
Thank you ! You too ๐
Breathtaking! ๐
Thank you! I’m pleased you liked the poems ๐