BEAUTY XI

Thro' fretful skies I looked toward 

Her celestial abode,

where once upon a Universe

She lay in a cradle of lapis mist,

swaddled in star-strewn sapphire,

as Time's mystic gaze 

kindled Her breath.

The Great Sage of the North whirls,

Shepherd of the heavens,

this sacred cycle Her shrine and

Keeper of Her altar.

Blessed are you, Polaris, for you

serve a primordial goddess,

one, before whom Elysium bows,

though she departed its pantheon,

forsook its rainbow tumult,

for to lend wings to Life.

I fancied I beheld Her this noontide

in the midst of Summer's 

lustrous lushness, flooding the green 

with luminous moments of the past.

In the arms of Zephyrus

she danced, carving waves upon the

tender emerald grass,

her steps tracing olden waters' flow.

By their unseen banks, Life,

the mighty Artificer, imprinted Her will

upon primeval clay with ancient quills, 

scripting Autumn's copper tread,

Winter's pearly, pallid haze,

the violet-blue fire of next Spring's gaze.

Upon the down of an ivory moment

She sailed into the winged welkin,

leaving Light echoes

rippling through the gilded air.

Mayhap She confers this night with 

Her astral Priest, 

for his countenance shines with 

the profoundest reverence. 

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: DOUBLE STAR (edited)

Source: commons.wikimedia.org

Artist: Luis Ricardo Falero