Wordy Wednesday: from Invaded by Souls by Tess Gallagher

from Invaded by Souls by Tess Gallagher
….
But our capacity for love belongs to the birdsong
Of antiquity which cleanses our dream-eyes and
Allows them to mix moonlight with starlight
In those phosphorescent kisses multitudes
Of plankton give the night.
They kiss with their whole beings, invisibly
Sucking the fingertips of the dream’s half life.
Your own soul is in there too
Filling up its tank on Infinite Joy and Diversity.
I don’t know what else to tell you, except
You’ll know when it happens.
A certain restless undulation as with waves
Under fog. It’s the souls, moving in.

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