TRIUMPH

A sudden spurt of life,

a surge before the ebbing,

thus a dying flame

prepares for darkness.

This is life's final gift,

moments of lucid calm

beneath branches 

sprouting violet stars,

a hazy vision of 

girlhood Summers.

Now abandon all anchors

for backward looking

sentiment, scrape the

memories from your skin,

this weary, thinning

palimpsest awaiting its

last lyric of liberation.

Shadows breathe, these

shall whisper you free from

your debts to light,

from voices like scythes

and maelstroms

of icy verbs.

Let your tears wash tableaux

of anguished regret

from your eyes, for naught 

could restore our

childhood sunshine.

Walk the penumbral path

paved with imbricating

vignettes of pain, 

for such you shall never 

see again. Death is

a poem, sister, and you are

its lyrical heroine.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: ON THE HEIGHTS

Source: commons.wikimedia.org

Artist: Charles Courtney Curran