WINGS II

Wonders of air and matter,

plumes and vans of  

Light and lightness made
ephemeral, for to bind 

the earthly and the celestial -

each of the other bereft, would
they inutile lie; in unison
alone, they invoke swiftness
and graceful motion.

'Pon their moment, birds ascend
and soar, hover, weave
and twirl thro' waves unseen,
these sails and anchors
alike to Nature's choristers.
Their hollow bones
they guard, as feathered
sentinels their fragileness flank.

Butterflies their twain join at
rest, as praying hands
in gratitude for Earth's bounty.
Moths' slumbers they blanket,
to seeds spell hope,
promise of journeys to fertile
spreads, of fruition,
of perpetual blooming.

Alas, to earthly realms bound,
the soul knows not its
bygone flight. Winged words
and metaphors lofty
man's ineffable yearning limn,
tho' to him it be a mystery.

Glorious must the soul's wings
be, these discarnate
pinions mortal eyes ne'er shall
see, for echoes of their
fluttering the seeker to 
transcendence lead. Aye, e'en 
the deeply immured 
must in dreams recall ancient
pilgrimages 'pon
radiant wing thro' the ether.

© 2015 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: THE ABDUCTION OF PSYCHE

Artist: William-Adolphe Bouguereau

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