DENOUEMENT

Metamorphosis is Nature's course;

the insect does not

choose it. Death precedes life within

the chrysalis; a star wanes

at the centre of that gloriously

waxing cosmic butterfly.

Life's quaking core splits its mantle,

revealing layered ages

in the deep wells of unseen valleys,

moments, lodes, veins,

held fast in ancient rocks' vise,

these lessons unheeded, forgotten.

Time and Destiny spur us on, as we 

attempt to define eternity

in mortal terms, this supramundane

force narrowed to unnumbered 

seconds and minutes.

I would not seek a life force in death.

Swirling Autumn leaves

do not dance of their own accord.

The young corpse the

waves washed ashore did not conquer

the tide that lifted it.

The sunflower alone clings to its soul,

prolongs its last breath,

for it seeks to perish with the dying day.

I would know Life, not a semblance of it.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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