*see previous poem.
A magnetic poem, the Oracle’s explanation, and also pretty surreal.
Blue is just a picture painted over the sky.
Watch how stars soar through the light,
shining like heavenly ships on a dark sea,
fiery raw as a rain of red rose petals.
When the mists rise, you will see through the black
and the purple darkness, love’s dream,
in the moon’s garden of shadows.