The Oracle

THE ORACLE

 

I used to beware of thoughts
that come in the night
but,
she speaks to me through whisps of clouds
that wander where they wish
across my sky of thought
somewhere in time.

An oracle who knows the
heart and soul of a poet
swayed in moonlight’s dance
over the waters sublime.

Her unerring eyes see through
the guise I wear, painted as a smile
and, she threads the needle that
contains all the strands
of my naked healing.

She knows that sometimes
I am the fallen
yet, for all my sins
still wishes to see me rise.

She imparts her wisdom
then bids me leave to find my way
having shown me the last secret
is one held in spirit
as I quietly walk my path of
rainbow light.

~**~

 

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

17 thoughts on “The Oracle”

  1. ahhhhh, another of your poems that makes me sigh. Lovely, tender, leaves me wanting to read more of your beautiful poetry. Hugs, pat

  2. I know from the first phrase that I was going to enjoy this poem. Your words are lovely–comforting and soothing. And it is nice to hear someone challenge the idea that nighttime thoughts are necessarily dreadful. Good job!

  3. Her unerring eyes see through
    the guise I wear, painted as a smile
    and, she threads the needle that
    contains all the strands
    of my naked healing

    …delightful lines….enthralling piece.

  4. Even with all ones sins she still tells to press on
    From dusk until dawn
    Really not impending life
    Wanting you to rid your strife
    Enjoyed the write
    That I read here tonight

  5. This poem is delightful as it meanders through the moonlight and rainbow light and there is healing…

  6. well composed, it felt like a gentle song.

    by the way, I love the Lennon quote

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