Recall the Dreams

 

Recall when we

watched the moon, a peach

rising—and

crying for

us? The sad music of dreams

and a thousand whys—

 

we want to

run after her and

ask of death,

of whispers,

ugly shadows, yet let it

go, to sleep, aching.

 

The Oracle, of course, knows everything, including the most recent example of human depravity. This is a double shadorma for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge, using synonyms for lead and follow

But here’s something else, a bit lighter. I’ve had this song in my head all week because of these prompt words–Carole King, Where You Lead.

In Harmony

About my blue earth

moon in cycles shining

murmurs sweet harmony,

soft poetry,

(listen)

it wanders peacefully here and there,

beneath

between

a quiet secret breeze of ancient souls

and pure light blossom in color

 

 

It’s been a busy week. I needed this message from the Oracle.