The Oracle gave me the first two stanzas of this one right away, but I had to work for the last two. I really wanted to use “secrets” but she was having no part of it. There are too many secrets floating around already.
every after walks through
the long dark between
who can we ask
if always becomes lost?
when will these deep paths of why
grow roots that follow light?
beneath nightsongs of a wandering moon
we listen to nothing—ancient and wild
Another old collage done for one of Sue Vincent’s prompts.
Cohen wrote this song in 1992.