THE EYE AND THE SOUL

Lead me, Sleep, child of night 

and darkness, into your sunless

cave! Bid your sons, my tethers

to life's rhythm, attend me

thro' this somnolent journey!

Bright visions shall flow into

grey phantasms, many to perish

in the river of forgetfulness,

others to float upon its waves,

these playthings of tempests

and currents.

Their brethren shall haunt my

waking hours, for the eye dreams

by night and by day, reminisces

thro' every breath, each moment 

a kaleidoscopic rendering of

the selfsame fragments, 

of yesterdays and tomorrows.

Memory is its palette, imagination,

its wellspring, oft melding into

consciousness, plotting day's

images with its stylus, colouring

its spaces with illusions.

Impasto of perception and verity,

of deception and clarity, it renders

upon the mind's canvas, images

contrived to please the ego.

Truth eludes the eye, the ego, for it

is the province of the Soul.

This Beauty, more resplendent than

all Earth shall ever see, soars

thro' realms of the Infinite Eye 

behind watercolour skies.

The eye and the Soul; their fates the

Universe intertwined, this mystical

marriage ordained, for, as one

traverses earthly paths, the other

charts its triumphal progression

beyond the Golden Gates.

© 2015 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

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NIGHT WITH HER TRAIN OF STARS

Artist: Edward Robert Hughes