A collaborative poetry session with the Oracle, doing some of the work myself.
Night ocean holds liquid secrets
no words trouble its green depths
no morning will break upon
the wings of ghosts flying home.
This salt sky sings eternity
with the silent voices of stars
caught among the trees.
Blood is the language of the moon
my tongue shapes to the red juices that cascade.
No rose is fiercer
nor scrambles for life with lustier joy.
Her petal-light swells
a sea of shadows and pearl dreams
while you long for the sun.
Flowers and fruit follow frost
seed secrets tendril-grow
amid rain-rustle and been-hum
even the moon is green
these hot summer nights.