FLAME

What realm bears Springtide's spark, 

the still Muse who weaves 

the Aether's prayers of quiet into

verses of Stars? I sought her within,

amid a sea of memories.

No grace awaited nor inspiration sated 

in thickening greenwoods replete 

with dreams, 
aglow with imminent blossoming,
their contentment voiced
in the silken rustle of early violets, 
in sounds of awakening
and rebirth, in the soil's rapture.

A boon unbidden flowed through
a breach in the faraway blue,
a solitary seed of elemental Fire
that with a whisper burst 
into blooms of flame,
soothing as the very Stream that
nourishes their roots.
Was this Wonder,
fecund fundament and fiery forge
of truest Knowing and Wisdom?

Naught else could enthral clouds
upon their rain-ward trail,
for the airy parade seemed to stop
transfixed as fleece
sewn into the early Spring sky.
Upon its camber, breezes melodised;
the lark's strains
shone ever brighter, bidding Eos tarry 
at Apollo's Gates,
that a despairing seeker might
gather her hopeful hues.

Path and Goal met upon this Bridge
betwixt Earth and Elysium,
its image burned into the lake's
liquid turquoise mirror,
its import imprinted upon its waves,
its murmur ever caressing the waters,
even as its lucent expanse
dissolved in Time's ocean, leaving its
Light, Voice and Shape
in the eye of every heart and soul.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: DAWN OF HOPE
Source: tumblr.com
Artist: Daniel Gerhartz