FOR MY SISTER

The comfort of yesterday’s sunshine fills
the room, this emptiness it does not warm.

Fingers of late light drift in, painting
the walls in the indefinable
colours of your voice, brushstrokes
of its angelic timbre marred
by my anguish.

Dust motes gather in sorrow, clinging
to the ever dimming light
of the past, as if to form your wispy
likeness in the bleak evening light.

The leaping mermaid on your wall weeps,
her tears staining the starry sky.

Demons that besieged you defile the
white marble floor; there you lay, a fragile
princess cruel dragons consumed.

Perfume emanates, butterflies flit away,
Melodies pour forth, girlish giggles echo,
from early pages of your diary.

Safe may you be, far from all that pierced
your heart so deep,
rendered your wounded soul inert.

I pray you see Beauty through the eyes of
your child, find Peace in her prayers,
Love, in her breath.

I pray we meet in the Infinite,
where whimsical Time ceases, where the
Light never dims, where souls would exult
in sublime merging of songs and Bard.

© 2014 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: PORTRAIT OF A WOMAN
Source: commons.wikimedia.org
Artist: Pascal Dagnan-Bouveret