Euterpe, who knows the why of when?

only you… in the silent spaces…

and even then…

you toy with those of us awaiting,

perhaps not ever gracing audience

to any fool enough to shun

the darker shadow shades of dun.

Myself I thought a formal invitation

you’d denied

assuming your arrival to be hand in hand

with rainbow hues and pealing chimes

                                                                                                                                              golden bands and silver linings

or at very least

the lapping rhythms on sand

of wind and water

unbinding, intertwining, unwinding.

I was not want to view laments

as planks that shaped the bow

of barque approaching…

although it came as no surprise

when gentle mourning dove refrain,

it’s plaintive song reproaching me

for holding out ’til brighter fair

announced your heart tune hidden there…

softly rocking mists of mystery

giving way eventually

to the barest perception of humming vibrations

those sweet tiny snippets

of old expectations

suspended above the chorus of sorrows

today’s rushing current

the tide of tomorrow.


About dreamingmoon

I, Aurora Dreaming Moon am a Dreamer, Sister, Lover, Mother, Grandmother and sometime Writer, Poet, Artist, Musician...who at the age of 11 made my first conscious choice to seek the path of Truth by throwing a yarrow stick reading for my youthfully petulant demand of : "Tell me the purpose of life now or I'm out of here !" The spirits in all their wisdom and humour responded in kind with the complete changing hexagram : Ch'ien to K'un which I interpreted to mean "...a complete understanding of the universe ". Thus appropriately chastised, though laughingly mollified and defeated in my attempt at an easy way out, I was lovingly set back on this never ending journey we call life. I am still trying to accomplish my assignment :) What you'll find in these blogs are just sharings of some of my most heartfelt experiences along the way. May they be of service to all reader pilgrims who cross this path.
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