SKY II

Secrete the waxing Moon

behind your plumage, sage one,

sacred bird of Athena,

you, who read the dark to all

who blunder sightless,

lightless, through its labyrinths.

Selene's Springtide strophe sails

upon sapphire waves 

beneath Nyx's spangled veils,

surging, rippling, cascading, plays

amid merging drapes

of blessed darkness and light.

Such colours the heavens sparkle

upon this vernal Night!

Nameless hues of distant Springs 

Iris would weave into

her own resplendent archway

mock my pallid muteness.

Nay, my words shall not desecrate

this sapphire splendour

showering argent parings upon

my prone form through

the goddess' languid leafage.

My stillness I offer to you, Chloris.

Silver shivers abrade silenced eyes 

awaiting brine and sleep;

peace and repose amid fragments

of brightest blue ballasting 

white-winged skeins; flight through

the calm of deceiving dreams.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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