This week I could really do with a little balm, sweet soothing music etc. It’s been tough and tiring. I looked to the oracle, but she’s not one to spout to order. Unfortunately. I tried each word set, and ended up with a mixed bag.
Storm chants madly
with a bitter death cry,
rain water runs away
into the lake,
no sun in the sky
pours luscious light
and purple shadows
about these whispered dreams.
I listen to your lies,
you kiss with marble lips,
we never find peace.
Like ghosts,
we embrace in the dark,
fever hot,
red as my secrets.
We two belong together
in the dream of the stars.
Listen, as the world grows old,
our time plays out.
Fulfill your wish,
take me with you
along the river of night.
Always beautiful,
bird,
wild soul of the wind,
follows the sun
dawn to dusk,
spring to winter frost;
like the river,
wild.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Mixed, but not bad. She gave you some beautiful imagery!
She mellowed after a dramatic opening 🙂
She needed to get your attention. 🙂
Just in case I thought it was going to be easy…
All these are lovely, Jane.
Thank you, Tricia 🙂