I sleep and dream
of purple skies
and ships heading into
pink-licked light.
If whispers above blue rocks—
a symphony of when and after
~the storm stops~
we are still together,
in love
with an upbeat,
fiddlers on a roof.
Let us not ask why,
but play music of we will.
The Oracle made me work, but she gave me a puente.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
So colorful!
Thank you!
Lovely! Ships, coloured lights and such hope! I wonder if it’s Greta on her way to you?
And you’ve reminded me I forgot to post the magnets 🙂
Thank you!
I often forget to post them. And it doesn’t really matter. We and the Oracle know they’re there. 🙂
Yes, you’re right. They’re a pretty clumsy means of communication too. I’m sure she approves of the embroidering we do.
I’m sure she does! 🙂
🙂
Perfect! Nicely done, Merril. Enjoy your Saturday! It’s hot, hot, hot down here, but the hummies seem to love it. 🙂
Thank you very much, Jill! Hot, humid, and chance of thunderstorms here for the next few days. 🙂
This is wonderful and joyous!
Happy Saturday!
Thanks so much, Dale!
My favorite colors in this puente 😉
❤
What a lovely message and I love especially the second part–“fiddlers on the roof”–so much contained in those words. (K)
Thank you very much. The Oracle was definitely whispering to me.
Lovely. ‘pink-licked light’ is brilliant
Thank you very much, Derrick!
Oh yes – let us not ask why – wonderful line, wonderful read.
Thank you so much!
Most welcome Merril