SOUL

Drops of Sun perish in the grey,

raddled air, their sallow

wraiths mottle the wind's

keening.

Here, rainbows come to die.

Faerie wings merge into picture

frames of mirrored blue

the darkened stream still holds.

Here, I teach my eyes to lie.

Snares of scraggy branches

trap moonbeams,

vivifying substrates disdaining

the very ground that

sustains them.

This soulscape prepares for

my last oblation

to this earthly life, a soothing

absence

spread over infinity.

Dark strands snake through

the mocking haze.

These fashion silken ropes, 

turbid planes, my bier. 

My quest for Light I entombed 

in bygone spaces.

It now blithely sails through a 

faraway radiance these 

perfidious eyes shall never see.

© 2014 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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