STARLIGHT

Could the scribe weave a phrase that
shimmers as the golden
venters that birthed you, or the poet's
rhyme invoke etheric felicity?
In vain would the melodist tress your
curves and spears into his 
cantilena, the sculptor render cosmic
waves, the artist trace the 
aeons that bear you to eager hearts.

Upon coronal glow, you skitter in dark
valleys, over dead seas and
nodding moons, over birth and death,
hallowing and healing,
forgiving and freeing. The earthly seer
awaits you, in your limpid
amplitude seeking that which words
could not circumscribe.

Your High Priestess, the Keeper of your
celestial altar, speaks your 
auguries to the explorer of the soul, for
your path arcs into spaces
where true meaning dwells. Who but
the Seeker of Truth could
perpend one whose liquescence sailed
the chimes of a measureless
crystal gong?

"Engrave your message upon my spirit,
great Light, that I may know your
apotropaic tongue. Tinge each groove
you would mark with your
luminous stylus, that my inmost flame
may burn bright in your service.
Bless this sacred fire, this shrine, ere your
gentle cascades settle into
the depths of the sleeping lake."

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: NIGHT

Source: publicdomainarts.com

Artist: Edward Robert Hughes