Friday 6 November 2015



BEAUTY

She dwells in a space and time apart
beyond the realms of birth and death.
She lingers in the silence between
Dawn and the lark's first note,
upon the nascent leaf,
in the heart that wears its glow,
binding soul to verdant soul.
Within the bud she bides awhile,
bids the Sun unfurl its petalled portal,
that she may glide upon
perfumed wafts to her radiant throne.
Her votaries ensoul her essence,
the Muses and Nymphs awaiting her 
in woods and bowers,
in fire and snow,
amid watery waves and airy.
She is the recondite harmony that
unites Light and the supernal, 
setting the spirit upon its journey
to cosmic purpose,
reaching out to the Good that remains
in a world that no more worships
her reflection, merely her replica
wrought of earthly gold.
She alone construes the absence
of those gathering fragments
of broken stars, whom indirection holds
in its dark spell.
She shall not forsake them,
this divine Intercessor whom life shall 
never touch, though she enfolds
the Universe.
Yet man may ponder her Grace,
imbibe her hues of First and Last Light,
as the Gods raise temples to Her
and scatter stars at Her altar.


© 2015 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: SPRING SCATTERING STARS
Source: nevsepic.com.ua
Artist: Edwin Howland Blashfield

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