I had to write and post this to be able to read Merril’s and Kerfe’s messages from the Oracle. Oddly, the Redon image I’ve already used today fits it well.

Sea song
She sings on a rock in the mists of the bay
untouched by storm-lashed spray
and the gathering gloom.
Her song lights the darkness
shining like sunlight honey-sweet
though I taste bitter salt.
Salt spray like diamonds
wreaths her head
bay leaves of fish scale-silver.
I hold out my hands
like a mother beckoning
through the unchained waves,
gulls soar pleading
but she turns eyes deep as dry wells
face wet with running tears
to the empty sea
where lies a broken ship
a man of blood and roses
and there are no words left
in this world of chaos
except the words of her song.