Mist me in light

First message from the Oracle. I had to visit before it gets too hot to think straight, and she had something all ready waiting.

The thermometre is well and truly buggered after it being out in the full sun yesterday. I though these things were meant to cope with high temperatures.

 

Mist me in light,

rain me a shadow,

sleep in the cool of a lush garden,

lick honey from my fingers,

only sit with me by the sea,

beneath this blue spring sky,

and dream of love

and blood beating

in the rose’s heart.

 

 

 

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