WORDS

The beginning and end, the alpha and omega,

you liberate me from the velvet vise

of my inner shadows and cast me into a fiery

abyss of despair in one fell swoop.

Upon the shores of silence you arrange

yourselves, paving the pathway to the voice of

my soul, to its epicentre nailed to

the crux of a distant diamond carousel.

And what a path! - haunted by gentle summer

breezes that bore the weight of

my loneliness; treasured memories and the

stealthy corrosion of living with bated breath;

visions of my heart rising as a child's

orison into spaces of innocence and

sinking as the blackest trespass into the Styx.

In vain I sought to bend you to my will, to my

turn of phrase and tenor, as the

melodist who summoned the rain with his notes. 

In vain I seek to win your secrets. 

I would know you, your immanent resonance,

your pace and seasons, your odours

and colours, your inscapes.

Would you speak of your journeys through time 

and utterances, of traversing the

spectrum of man's wonted disingenuousness?

I perceive your pulsating rage as you unravel

the sky and pulverise the ground,

leaving me to sense unknown directions,

dissipating as a dark white shadow on water.

Yes, you wound and heal me anew,

my thorn and salve, my nepenthe and my

mother's voice. I bow to your will.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: POLYHYMNIA, MUSE OF ELOQUENCE

Artist: Simon Vouet

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