This Beautiful gift unopened.
This Lovesong forever unsung.
This Letter we write but cannot send.
And this Hallowed Night that never comes.
This Beast that howls against the dark,
This Hunger that thunders through our hearts.
This broken Wing that beats against my breast,
And this Dream that comes, but gives no rest.
So the Sun shall spin around the moon,
And cats shall dance the piper’s tune.
As a sigh wakes us from our sleep,
To a Promise half-broken, that still we keep.
And Sometimes it is, My Star-crossed friend,
That whispers die upon the wind,
And Autumn calls before summer ends.
Yet tears do dry, and wings do mend.
And Love will rise to love again.
From “The Dream Oracle,” by JULIAN