ETERNAL

I hear the warming land breathe

through the glowing Dawn.

Whimsical wind chimes hail 

wispy wraiths,

silver strands and white paths

echoing distant deep blue gyres.

My heart twirls upon 

childhood's cherished pathways,

with fallen leaves across the

flagstone walk airy genii

crowned with petal wreaths.

Here, far from an affectless world,

all would know eternal Love.

Upon Her skies I trace

the precession of Life's brilliant 

Celestial Pole,

Elysium's own vortex of Light,

cradle of the spark that kindles the

flame in the loam.

I, one of a sea of segmented spirits,

seeker of ages past, 

collector of questions, am lofted into

the ether upon Her winds.

In Her realm, words and starlight

build my spine,

pivot and anchor of my earthly circle

that shall remain rosy

with pulsing blood and awe, 

though the rest of my corpse change

into drab, fallow dust. 

I, one of Love's staffage, would map

the trajectory of Her hour.

Shall this Day be a poem, Aphrodite?

Would patterns and Beauty

worthy of your altar emerge from

my marrow and tears?

My doubts I lay to rest, great goddess.

I shall trust my memories of Truth.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: VENUS

Source: commons.wikimedia.org

Artist: Henri-Pierre Picou