MEMORIES II

 

Twilight's purples softly steal over

spattered hedgerows,

creeping over spangled meadows

into deepest green shadows. 

Her somnific murmur

betwixt a wisp and a whisper

lulls sated bees into slumber.

Sun-dipped irises sighing sink into

the thrumming gloaming,

when a sudden draft tears into the

blue-grey haze of my reverie,

snapping the silver-gold thread 

that binds my spirit to a

distant Springtide memory of lilac

breaths and wild rose wreaths.

This Season's rainbows shed tears;

your unheard cries are

my clarion call, your graves mark

the miles upon my course. 

Your broken dreams I shall gather,

for to frame new bastions

beyond my bleeding walls.

Do your souls haunt forsaken paths

that beckoned beneath

cyan skies of sunshine and promise?

May that which you spurned in life

embrace you in death. 

I shall seek the voice of the Muse

amid our ruins.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: A GIRL WEARING A GARLAND OF WILD ROSES

Source: www.liveinternet.ru

Artist: George Lawrence Bulleid