No night so softly velvet
throbs with an ocean of stars,
yet we lie, lingering,
long into the morning,
watching day awake
and fire dance in the sky.
Life opens here, this moment,
read and brilliant blue;
ghosts of darkness smile at our lip magic,
their voices warm as clouds and feathers
flying.
Is this honey that pours sweet and lazy
or spring water running?
Does love soar in the petals of a rose?
Ask the moon,
listen to her whispered answers
in the wind
and dream of sun and rain
beneath a languid summer sky.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Yes, your second one especially is a similar message. It’s beautiful–like a song.
The moon and the whispers in the wind is very similar. We must all need steering in the same direction this week.
Yes. She probably senses we need it.
Probably.
I like the hint of morning’s potential in the first. In the second, that languid summer sky seems to offer what it will, regardless of the moon’s thoughts.
The message is an encouraging one, I agree. I hope the Oracle knows what she’s talking about, though she’s usually right.
Merril’s right we all got similar messages. Hopefully a good omen for the week to come. (K)
I’ll get over to read yours. Hope you’re right!
Love this one. Thoughts Beautifully put into words
Thank you 🙂
Very beautiful. Enjoyed reading this when I woke up this morning!
Then I’m pleased 🙂