SYLPH

My æther body 
rides 
with the birds
through
your airy domain.
In the distance,
you float on
waves of
lilac wafting
through
Spring's tresses.

The welkin showers
its sparkling beads
upon you,
fills your
thirsting orbs 
to overflowing;
crystal cyan
you scatter in
your 
silver wake. 

The roses smile
as you
caress their cheeks.
Honey bees
twirl to your
wispy tunes. 
I strain
to discern
your feathery notes
overlaying their
gentle hum.

Would you sing to
one who
yearns for
your wisdom,
to one who
lives
between waking
and dreaming?

The Muses' epistles
you bear upon
your wings,
Earth bestud
with their
glory.
Through you,
the wind
speaks.
And man
spurns the
very
elixir his
soul craves.

© 2014 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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