Thursday, 9 April 2015



BOON



Twilight descends with the swiftness
of a dream; its beauty her
shrouded heart does not see, nor the
scintillating arch on high,
Heaven's own coronet curved athwart
the looming purple range.

Anon the music fades, its dominion the
dark now gluts. Shadows 
veil starry beams, the wind grows mute,
as evensong ends. Empty
words emanate from weary throats that
scarce speak light.

A lonely flower lapped in stillness, shorn
of lightness, its beauty stoic, 
bewildering, as dead leaves in a gale, her
haunted journey she makes, 
as a spectral visitant wanders thro' a sea
of misty, sightless shapes. 

Voices in the woods, liquid forms in the
lake, eyeless apparitions of
her solitude, these are her companions.
All around her they cluster in
softest blackness, dark and discarnate,
their succour warm, palpable.

Beloved faces emerge from the ashes of
her dreams. In their distant
spaces she awaits the sleep that would
overcome breath, the sacred
silence that would enfold her, uncloak
ancient star trails 'pon her soul.


© 2015 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: WATER WILLOW
Source: www.liveinternet.ru
Artist: Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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