FOREST

My alleys of jade-stained light hold
the panacea you seek,
restless voyagers! In my dark depths
must you plumb your own.

I, the keeper of your earthly breath,
of the infant gurgle of
fledgling streams, shall e'er alchemise
your spirits' lees into
fragrant wine, into vivifying clouds of
dew-flecked emerald.

Here, the Goddess reposes 'mid veils
of pale faerie blossoms.
Her limpid eyes mirror silver starlight
cascades as they hallow
distant swathes of eternal tranquility.

Liquid pearls of gladness she showers
o'er her children, that they
may gather armfuls of her joy, these
jewels to weave into an
opalescent tapestry, nacreous oblation
to lay 'pon the Day Star's altar.

Wordless map your souls 'neath His
aureate rays in this
enchanted silence, as my daughters,
seeking communion
with elysian spirits, stretch their arms,
for to embrace their
downy companions drifting 'cross the
spreading cyan vault.

Send forth your wishes this day into the
ætheric abode of our
celestial brethren! These shall they bless,
with wings endow, that
they may hasten toward your yearning
hearts, their rightful haven.

Hark, for their white gold pinions beat
divine grace, forgiveness.
Their rhythms shall raise you up to the
Light, that you may bathe
in the radiance of your true selves.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: WOODLAND
Source: commons.wikimedia.org
Artist: Ivan Shishkin