I paid the Oracle two visits in quick succession as the first message seemed not quite right somehow. The second visit gave a poem that is completely unequivocal.
The moon rocks
on stormy seas,
heaving with wind and rain.
Shadows on the sun sweat blood
beneath these cool blue skies,
whisper me music to die for.
Dogs are angels
from the growling stars,
old as the oceans
with their ghost fish.
Wild hearts
in the dark of night time,
ask only for a bit of love
and a soft voice