If in the whisper of sea,
the rolling rush and breathy brush of storm-tossed waves,
kissing the shore,
you dream of moon-song,
then wake to hear the symphony of light lingering–
take my hand, in the peach-petaled sun-glow,
to walk through shadows,
there beneath the craggy cliffs
still heart-haunted, the universe rests—yet–
listen. Do you hear summer sing?
Through open windows, ghosts soar
embracing hereafter, as flowers bloom again,
as love blooms again, as the sky blooms pink and red—again
and again, and again.
Yesterday was our wedding anniversary. It’s been a long, difficult year, and Covid with new variants is still here, but with vaccinations, the world–at least my part of the world–is opening up again. The Oracle always knows. We had a beautiful day yesterday, though we didn’t go to the beach this year. (There will be photos on Monday.)