night whispers

My message this morning from the Oracle, with some moon photos. Taking a photo through a window often results in interesting reflections.

These two photos were taken a few minutes apart as the moon was setting in the very early morning. I have no idea what that blue light is.

beneath the language of the wind
sings the shadowed sky–
sea dreams in need of moonshine

show me the ship that lights
the way through this timestorm

she said

who will sit with me after
and recall how and why
we fiddled away our garden
with the honeyed music of lies?

20 thoughts on “night whispers

  1. That last stanza is haunting. I’ve often thought of that question in the last several years. The day that this moral fog lifts for us, those conversations will be careful and painful. Assuming we live long enough to see it. Your collage though is serene, and tilts me a little closer to hope.

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