“Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I’ve written,
Never meaning to send.
Beauty I’d always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can’t say anymore.” –Moody Blues, “Nights in White Satin”
As I prepare to interpret Death reversed for the daily draw, the song pops into my head, “Nights in White Satin.” I had to look up the lyrics because while I’m familiar with the song, I don’t know the lyrics.
I learned the song was written when Justin Hayward was just 19. He was on a bed of gifted satin sheets, very emotional at the time, ending one love affair and embarking on a new one.
Today seems to have a bittersweet ring, saying goodbye to the old with a hopeful twist of looking forward to the future. Just like the song. That’s what I’m seeing here.
What do you see here?
Tarot Illuminati by Eric Dunne & Kim Huggens
And the “songs that run though my head as I write” trend is probably giving away my age. Ha!
Thanks for the memory, Dixie. What a great way to start the day.