RED, GOLD AND GREEN

Golden minutes merge with the
horizon, as diamond veils
illumine the sky. Moonbeams fill
every crimson chalice,
nightingales shall trill by and by.

Of silver flames in Spring flowers
you sing under the stars,
but my heart hears only the rooks'
mournful tones and sees
swathes of weeping wildflowers
our footsteps crushed.

All do not walk in the light; some
journey in the dark, alone,
for humankind is wont to speak in
the language of sounds
of much that is solely the province
of mystical voices.

You tell through the darkest night
of primrose paths and
purple patches, of greens that are
God's own words and
the blinding glitter of gold that is
His brightest blessing.
Are such the colours of your soul?

My nerves stretch into lonely fields
where child souls wander,
into abandoned playgrounds bathed
in the blood of the very
innocence that once laughed, cried
and skipped in their sunlit spaces.  

I traverse incertitude, falter through
circles I do not comprehend,
reach into hearts, whose beats
worthier children of Nature wrested,
these to lay at Mammon's altar.

My being offers no refuge; a mere
graveyard am I for lives unlived.
Still, I pray for restitution to the Light.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: POPPIES AND IRISES
Source: www.the-athenaeum.com
Artist: Anthonore Christensen