A PROMISE OF SKY

Do you look upon my fragileness, 

great Sentinel of the skies,

at these eyes raised heavenward,

drinking of aery cyan oceans,

worshipping their tides till naught

remains of their hues

but a sprinkling of mauve mist and

turquoise jewels upon

twilight's countenance?

Aye, I am a wilful trespasser in your

limitless azure domain, 

brazen as Prometheus pilfering 

Elysium's restoring Blue,

for to quench the rage that ceaseless

rends my innards as your forbear

did the wily Titan's liver.

Do you smite me with your golden

gaze, as I crave your wings?

Majestic Guardian, do not wish 

torment upon one who shall never

know repose even as all Earth sleeps.

Nyx and Selene, ink and silver,

mingle upon the waters,

their ripples speaking the language

of air and light, of flow and flight.

Nature perceives my spirit's unrest

this Night; Mother bids me

cast off my shell, ascend through a 

heliotrope dark into

an all-embracing expanse

of beryl Silence and cerulean Light.

Upon Eos' rays shall I descend

to the bed of violets at my window,

to a promise of sky.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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