The Dreams, or What You See

Odilon Redon, Orpheus

Ask the moon what her whispers mean—
dreamtime longing, the after-ache of shadows

that slide or slink, glide, or make us think
of what was–the ghosts of yearning

seek the light. I watch, and if I can’t recall
each pink-petaled spring or purple rain,

I see them all—the symphony that glows and lingers,
or hides in rustling wind-whipped sighs

and suspiration of the sea. Here I hear,
and time fast-stops, while the fiddler plays

the song of life, death, and all that is,
and what is not

but was or maybe what will be.
Listen hard and long . . . now do you see?

The Oracle kept giving me a few words over and over again, like moon, light, after, ache, whispers, etc. and I could imagine her getting exasperated and saying use these already!

29 thoughts on “The Dreams, or What You See

    • Thank you for your very kind words, David. 💙
      And I’m glad I gave you chuckle. I really was picturing her rolling her eyes and saying “I keep giving you these words, come on already!” 🤣

  1. “Suspiration” is a new word for me as well. Hey, poetry can be a really fun way to learn new words! I’m so glad you heeded the Oracle … she is wise even if a little wanting in patience 😉

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