SHADOW

Her deepest self the dance of

Sunlight renders 'pon 

Spring's canvas. Of darkness 

wrought, this shrouded

vessel her brightest blessings 

embosoms, by night and 

by day, a haven for memories 

of beatitude and torment.

Rubies of felicity, onyxes of

deepest dolour,

emeralds of hope, amethyst

stars of transcendence, 

she layers between misty veils.

This trove's golden key to Dawn

she entrusts; 

to the goddess alone she grants

custodianship of

her treasures. With tears of joy

and woe she anoints

them at daybreak, counts each

gem, as the Queen of Sheba 

her jewels, bathes in

their liquescent iridescence.

Alas, Eos bides but fleetingly

'pon earthly realms.

Still, ev'ry first light her shadow

shimmers, its vaults

awash in coral rays, studded with

incandescent moments,

their sparkle renewed by penance

and prayer,

by gratitude and insight.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: GATES OF DAWN (edited)

Source: www.liveinternet.ru

Artist: Herbert James Draper