See how time darkens her eyes,
yet her heart embraces still
this shrunken universe of
clouded color and cool breezes
~bringing fire from long ago~
the morning wakes bleeding red
but the dazzle-blue world throbs with if—
I listen to its magic,
let the ghosts sing on
~and fly away~
the champagned air dances to star rhythms
with flowering smiles–
it and we who were
sail into the vast ever after
The Oracle and I collaborated on this poem, which was a puente, but then we kept going. . .I suppose that’s what a bridge to the universe would do.
Time, fire, blood and mornings—the same images. I took some photos of ‘the morning wakes bleeding red’ but they came out blurry. Crossover thoughts probably. Your poem is, as it usually is, full of hope, expanding into the universe.
“Crossover thoughts probably. ” 🙂
Somehow they do always come out hopeful–perhaps the Oracle needs to send those thoughts out into the universe.
She does. If everyone thought it was all pointless, too little too late, we’d have the best excuse ever for doing nothing at all to save what we have left.
You mean because we’re consulting the Oracle?
Sorry, I was continuing a conversation I’d forgotten you weren’t in on 🙂 Husband was saying that there was the fear that the climate change, extinction rebellion groups and all the other human and animal rights groups with their message that we’ve reached the limit of tolerance, would give the ditherers the idea that there’s no point even trying to protect the planet. That it’s already too late. The Oracle wants us to keep hoping so we won’t chuck in the towel.
It makes sense that you’d assume I’d heard the conversation. 🙂 Now I understand.
You must have gone to put the kettle on or let the cat in at that point of the conversation 🙂
Probably fixing my morning oatmeal. 🙂
Ah, that would be it 🙂
The line, “the morning wakes bleeding red”resonated with me, Merril. Early this morning when I saw the sky, I told Derek it was blood red. Nicely done. Enjoy your Saturday. 🙂
Thank you, Jill. A funny bit of synchronicity. Hope you have a great weekend!
Oh man.. this is absolutely wonderful.
Thank you very much! 🙂
That dichotomy of time – darkening in its passing, yet bringing fire from long ago in starlight – is captured well here, Merril.
Thank you very much, Ken!
This makes me think of your Mom
Yes, it could be, Derrick. Thank you.
So dreamy…the merging of all our timeframes into one eternal cosmic sea. That’s a beautiful vision. (K)
Thank you so much. This one came through without much fuss from the Oracle.