Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

The Oracle poured this out in a rapid silver stream. Grateful to whoever/whatever she is.

Hope springs eternal

It runs beside me that bright gleam
and sings between the banks
of the diamond stream.

I hear its heart beat steady
as a deep deep sleep

and taste all the honey of the world
in its rough raw breath.

Sun rain I turn my face to both
until the ache has washed away
and the sky rises clear and high

so I can see the wheeling hawks
hear their cry.

There will be no more madness
in these coming days no bitterness
searching through the rubble of the past

I leave the husks and shells for the woods
with squirrel panache to whisk away

and walk with you the gleaming path
of the eternal mother’s way.