A collaborative poem with the Oracle today. Odilon Redon is one of her favourite painters.
a breeze from the so-many-coloured ocean,
catch it if you can,
for the wind of change is coming,
bringing darkness or light,
I know that behind the darkness is light,
behind the moon the stars,
and behind the clouds the sun.
Wind blows through the sun,
littered with petals and rain-splashes
and memories of times, fading fast,
when we dreamed we were children of the moon
and strewed the night with glitter, tossed stars into the sea.
Tides ebb and flow and roses fall,
dreams end, and dawn breaks, but in the waking,
behind the rushy water voices and the hissing of foam,
Breathe in the warm earth,
climb out of the dark.
Let life rose-blossom, bee-hum;
follow bird paths and river roots,
and when dusk falls soft as rain,
remember, after the silent night,
dawn will always come
from the ashes of night,
when the moon has bathed her children in dreams
and owls, silent-winged, have settled among the dark trees.
Dawn will come,
and the roses will all be red.