LILAC MOON

Time slows at Heaven’s will,
it is said; feathers
would sink and stones float
at his bidding. This lilac
moon is his own contrivance,
a balm for eyes that
shall close in death alone.

Streams of palest violet-blue

hover over the white

window sill; quiescent glow of

cabochon sapphires,

this light of repose, of reprieve

and renewing, bestows

redemption with tranquil grace.

Dappled branches crowned in

amethyst froth sway

in the wind, their gentle strokes 

sweep my soul clean.

I shall never know the hallowed

provenance of this

unsought, undeserved blessing.

I am but dust-girt light, an infant

initiate into a realm

of embattled spirits. Amid tidal

waves of heavenly hues

am I reborn. This memory I shall 

surrender to Time.

This Lilac Moon is my mother.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candiidum

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