on the wings of ghostlight

The one word the Oracle was certain she wanted me to use this morning was coffee.

drink stars in your morning
coffee
ask for sky voices to wake
the heart
remember the magic lingering like oceans
dancing
on rhythms of never
mind
give time the eye
of breath
listen with flying
colors
sail open the dark hole
of night

We aren’t meant to understand everything.

(obviously)

15 thoughts on “on the wings of ghostlight

  1. “We aren’t meant to understand everything.
    (obviously)”
    Is not in your tiles, but it fits.

    I like this. You, Jane, and I all had wings/birds. And my morning coffee obviously made me think of stars. 😀

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