When the moon sings,
time stills, and
after-aches sleep in the purple-shadowed night
while diamond ships sail,
~spraying if in silver light~
love comes, seafoam-born,
ephemeral and eternal
crushing worlds and driving dreams—
listen to the sky– a symphony of roses rises at dawn.
A collaboration with the Magnetic Poetry Oracle that also works for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt. She loves the moon–and the puente form.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Loved the flow of this!
Thank you very much!
This is a lovely lullaby borne on the lilt of the sea!
Thank you so much, Ingrid
Well said, Ingrid!
💙
It is lovely, and also, I forgot to mention, we both use the word ‘love’ and I rarely do. Not sure it’s one you bandy about indiscriminately either 🙂
Thank you!
No, you’re right. Not a word we use that often in poems–more often implied. 😀
Best to use it sparingly, I think 🙂
😀
Not to be redundant, but it is lovely 🙂
Thank you. Redundancy is fine. 😊
😁
I see a connection between all 3 of ours. You have the moonsongs and the sea, Jane has the sea and the earth, I have the earth and the moonsongs. I love especially the first 2 lines. (K)
I like that–the three witches. I’m glad the Oracle was back from her vacation. 😏
Yes, I was a little worried when I saw David’s post.
I kept trying to visit her during the week–she was away for several days.
There was a dreamy quality to this. As always, beautifully done.
Thank you so much. 😀
Splendid – if slipped in
Thank you, Derrick. I like how you always notice that.
🙂
The poem is like a dream of the sleep we dream of–restorative in the profoundest of ways.
Wow–thank you, Liz!
You’re welcome, Merril!