Like rain on my tongue

I woke up with a migraine this morning and although the medication is beginning to work, my brain is still malfunctioning.  Three different word sets gave similar poems. I think the Oracle enjoys this state of mind.

 

Here,

red moon-in-a-mist

sleeps.

I watch the light

shift to blue—

water shadows,

like rain

on my tongue.

 

This heart

was opened long ago,

when you said—

I am here—

and life became

smoke in the sky,

the soft, slow, ocean-rolling

of stars into eternity.

 

Sit by me,

hold this moment of joy

in your heart,

know how to listen

to the night,

run with sky horses,

touch the stars.