Star-dancing

The Oracle was in a romantic mood this morning.

 

 

Arm me with blue

not weapons of iron-red,

and let me walk in the pale shadow of the moon

that lingers in twilight and beneath the trees,

not the bitter glare of midday sun.

 

 

May the silver light wax full and ripe,

softening the sharp fringes of black rocks

with water-tongues, lapping cool

and rippling with the deep wisdom

known to fish, stars and all silent things.

 

There is no pain in this overwhelming,

this sinking into the embrace of the dark,

like the sky raining petals perhaps,

with wave-rolling music that plays on the skin,

gentle as starlight.

 

I could watch it, the sky, the night,

the solemn beauty of dawning day,

dancing for a thousand thousand years

until we reach that shore where time stops

with the tiny whisper of a dying wave.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

12 thoughts on “Star-dancing”

    1. The devil is over-rated
      there are more sinister figures
      hiding in the broad daylight
      at the end of every street.
      They dream of dancing
      at the end of a rope
      and filming it.

      1. Human Reality
        Devil Show
        Stars
        Indeed
        A New Breed
        Hanging
        Now
        By
        A
        Very
        Narrow
        Orange
        5th Avenue String
        Like ‘That Painting’
        They are soon
        And Sooner
        To
        See
        ‘Scream’
        When They
        See Their
        Location
        Location
        Location
        Their
        Orange
        Personal
        ‘Angel’ Sold inDeed

      2. ‘Trump’ Masters
        DarK MaGiC
        Indeed ‘He’
        Is ‘’The
        Feature
        Film Yet
        ‘He’ Doesn’t
        Under Stand
        The Color of
        DarK MaGiC
        At The End
        And Beginning
        Of ‘His’ Feature Film
        Audience All Patiently
        Waits Already Sharing End
        That
        Is
        The
        Same
        Beginning…
        Trapped
        Forever
        Now
        In
        ‘His’ Film…

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