life is all about blood
and fiddlers, the beat
of sea symphony rising here or there—
I can recall,
my storm-ached chants— let me
(kiss your lips)
in some misty when, death has no crushing arm, listen
watch us together, as the moon drips diamonds,
lighting the after-time shadows,
and love sings, summer-pink through our dreams.
Today’s message from the Oracle. She gave me nearly every word.