WINDOW

Another world, another time,

beyond the bounds of

these frames of light, a topaz

aura softens swathes

of spangled indigo; wisteria,

Spring gentians, soft 

exhale into the luminous ether.

Wayward purple shreds dance

upon the sinuous

breeze; spent, they dismount

their airy steeds, 

sink onto dusty sills, where this 

earthly journey ends. 

Betimes must they submit 

to thatness, in love

embalmed tranquil repose.

The sward beckons, wind chimes

meld with mellow choral 

Evensong, along waning spirals 

petals descend, the 

favoured into nodding roses' 

hearts, in one last dawn to 

glory, others, into eternal sleep.

And I, an execration, reach for the

refulgence that roofs

the land of the living. I, a grim

crisis apparition from a dark

corner of the land, long for a light

just out of my reach.

With greyness I content myself,

with dappled shadows.

My brooding presence you banish

to the dark, but the

window unfailing finds me, a space

foretokening Light.

Through it I see winds collide and

tomorrow's stars

strewn upon the grass. Earth's song

beats in my blood.

And I shall dream of pale wisteria

beams pirouetting across

my window sill with abandon, joyfully

rehearsing my every step,

while you invoke the Dark Lord and

compose my epitaph. 

I shall dance beneath palest violet.

© 2014 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: WISTERIA IN PROVENCE
Source: fineartamerica.com
Artist: Jeanne Smith