TIME

The music of sunrise exalts my waves,

its notes clustering upon crests

as celestial constellations,

crowning Creation's brow with the light

of stellar assemblages.

Upon the banks of my candescent flow,

Spring dances her elation to my

Eternal Rhythm;

Summer sings of ripening plenitude;

Autumn strews her red-gold handiwork;

Winter weaves her fleecy coverlet 

of feathery flurries and flakes.

The Great Source

wrought my winding mosaic, 

Nature's own canvas, fluid and limitless,

changeless, yet commanding and

conducting change, that her patterns may

limn cosmic design.

My compass no mortal shall ever measure,

nor mystics construe,

for my path spirals from horizon to 

fathomless horizon, through Universes into

the heart of the Great Source.

Seek not my bournes, rather, survey my core 

in oceans of blue beyond the clouds,

in rippling skies within Earth's saline womb, 

by voiceless rocks solemn as monks

knelt in prayer, 

in distant expanses of auroral radiance,

in the beating of your blood,

in the processing of rivers and the Seasons. 

Wonder shall guide you nearer me,

aye, nearer the mighty Cosmic Mind 

that conceived Life.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: A DANCE TO THE MUSIC OF TIME
Source: www.wikiart.org
Artist: Nicolas Poussin