Federico Beltran Masses, “Under the Stars,” Wikipedia Commons
After time’s wind
aches from life going here
and there
you play in purple-shadowed seas.
But when you dream together
as summer-shine shows sweet in cool mist,
it beats away the blood-tongued things
and love lives whispering through
a thousand storms
I did a very quick consult with the Oracle again, and she gave me a sort of alternate version of my Nightmare poem with some of the same words.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Such a beautiful response to the nightmares. May these thoughts keep the nightmares away.
Thank you! And yes!
Ooh! I like it 🙂 We had some of the same words—tongued, for example—and the whispering and love.
Thank you. I just went over to read yours, and we did have some of the same words–almost an of course, now. 🙂
Of course 🙂
Beautiful, Merril!
Very good the poem. I loved it.
Thank you!
Yes. Coming together, in harmony.
Yes.
It whispers through every storm I believe. (K)
It’s something we have to believe, isn’t it?
The last two lines, especially, speak of the power of love
Thank you very much, Derrick.
love always beats the storms … thanks Merril 🙂
Thank you, Susan! 🙂
Loved it ♥️
Thank you!