No music, only dreams

The Oracle gave me an enigmatic message today, but I think the ending leaves room for a bit of hope. Redon’s Orpheus painting seems appropriate.

No music, only dreams

Whispers on my tongue, but nothing to say.
No music drifts from the moon,
the red of the end of the day,

or the purple of garden shadows,
from morning watch even until night,
and she who walks in beauty
fills the sails of dusk with her blue breath.

No one can talk away the rain,
nor the sadness that hides behind summer’s gleam,
in the honey that masks bitter words.

What hatches from the black egg but storms?

Yet the rose is still as sweet,
and in sleep we dream of light and love,
and the times before,
beyond the water.

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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.

19 thoughts on “No music, only dreams”

  1. Your poem seems like a bridge between Merril’s and mine. The light shines in all of them. It’s there, even if it’s invisible right now to mortal eyes. (K)

  2. In the e-mail notification, there was a number instead of a title, and I thought it very enigmatic indeed, till I noticed you had a title here. 😀 I think you’re right about the hope.
    I think we had similar messages. I almost wrote purple shadows in mine, but went with blue. And in my message after the poem, I almost wrote roses, but mentioned other flowers instead.

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