JOURNEY

A bright Spring moon silvers
the roof and the budding
pink cassias. Great sheets of
argent light deck the lawns.

Still, the house lies in shadow,
not a home, rather a hollow
draped in darkness, outlined in
spectral remnants of the 
brightness it cruelly disowned.

Sleep eludes me, dearest sister.
I stray into your rosarium; 
here, silver beams throw bushes
denuded of blooms into vivid
relief against the white walls.

Starkly silhouetted severed
stems summon my
tears; they speak a truth I do
not wish to know.

No power could restore you to
me, no entreaties to Him 
imbued with the collective 
fervour of every prayer uttered
through the ages. 

My grief's sole companion bids
me farewell. Did she minister
to you, sister, through the dark
night of your soul? 

The first shafts of deep coral
shed their faint radiance
above the slumbering gardens.
Lovingly they swaddle each
leaf and thorn in misty pink-gold,
in your beloved hues.
In this light, you live, in its
soft, warm glow.

A whirlwind of whispers breaks
in upon the silent verdure, 
as doves and thrushes rise into
the dawn with one accord.

Do you ascend with them, sister,
you, who now stand upon
the ætheric threshold of a joyous
new adventure?

Yes, you have merged with gentle
Eos, blithe spirit!
We shall greet each other as
always at daybreak.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: CORDELIA
Source: www.liveinternet.ru
Artist: Élisabeth Sonrel

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