HERALD

You glow as a protostar,

as the Lantern of

my childhood dreams.

Are you an Angel, 

an insight, a revelation,

a word I know not

that I seek?

Truly, you are a paragon 

of your lineage,

for you radiate the beauty

of First Light, 

of the dawn of Days,

noble, subtle, 

measureless power in its

ineffable softness.

Perhaps you are Truth's

own emissary in a

lesser guise for unworthy

eyes, bearing fragments

of the cosmic puzzle,

your intent proximity and

distant orbit Her

confounding contrivance.

Could you be my template

reality, removed from

Life's trompe l'oeil, 

its cruel chronostasis?

I perceive the tug of your 

golden thread

bound in a treaty of Light

to my within-ness.

Your aura ripples in white

silences, your vastness

fused to the 

confluence of my mind,

body and spirit,

resolute in its purpose 

to reunite the soul's

scattered memories,

to affirm its return to Life.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: AWAKENING 
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Artist: Michael Parks