REFLECTION

Is this my childhood haven?
What ails these
vast pebble-strewn shores
that once spoke
wisdom and solace? Where
are the fey starlings
whose darting flight shattered
the crystal sunshine,
showering varicoloured sparks
over waters that
contained turquoise skies?

Here, I sought refuge when
light surrendered
its breath. Now its spectre
taunts my darkness,
the overcast glow that shrouds
the planes of my soul.
Shadows I cannot shake tear
at old gold rays
that would enfold me, these
trimmings that veil
a void seeking substance.

Aureate filaments float into
niveous blossoms,
their grave and shrine. The lake
tints every likeness
sepia, its nostalgic wavelets
transforming each 
moment into the following one's
past, pausing now
and then to grant me glimpses
of light the skies of
my mind shall never know.

This liquid prism scatters my
visions into hazy, 
grey-green depths, into this
cavernous watery
cathedral, crypt of my childish
hopes and dreams.
Their demise I do not rue, for they
rest upon Earth's
bosom. No, it is not death I would
dread, but the
meagreness of breath in life.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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