ACCORD

A silent vow, an incandescent 

promise inscribed

in purest light upon the soul's 

silver plains, sealed

with Time's own breath, this is

our eternal treasure.

In you I seek my terra firma amid

the crumbling terrain.

From this darkness we shall distill

a white flame with hope in

its heart, Stygian waves

alchemised into Angels' wings.

We alone shall see the swathes

your words tint with

the colours of my dreams, discern

voices of our myriad

joys and trepidations in the

melodies and harmonies

you notate.

Your calm communicates itself

across the Universe, 

descends on my brow as morning

dew. My whisper in the crowd

you perceive, this drop in a torrent.

Our cold hands warm each other's,

as we discover congruent

patterns in chaos, a circle within a 

circle, often breathing

under different suns, yet, serene in

the knowledge that we

share the stars.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: SACRED GIFT

Source: kekhold.network.hu

Artist: Vladimir Kush