DREAM II

My untamed wanderer's spirit

could not comprehend 

the hidden language of your

Angel's heart, sister.

Yet, my seeking eyes read your

own, each one by turn 

beaming a different light

as twin Moons,

their paths and phases ever

in defiant discord,

calling forth divergent tides

to the secret shores

of your thoughts, mingling into

an ominous rhythm

that trammelled your sky's blue

with stifling echoes

of peril and perdition,

that cast you, torn and bleeding, 

upon softest ivory sands.

Phrases hovered upon your lips

as Spring's swallowtails,

stopping upon your tongue as 

notes frozen in unyielding Silence.

And I, who worship each spirant

as a Universe,

threading sound and import

onto an endless strand of rapture,

assayed in vain to construe

your muteness.

In dreams, the Silence of your circle

floods my veins. 

Light and darkness alike are

our prison house, sister.

I would know which one is 

the greater Gift.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: DUES NENES

Source: commons.wikimedia.org

Artist: Joan Brull i Vinyoles