PATH II

A lapis chime rides breezy waves

with a tremble and a flutter,

as the mourning starling shelters

betwixt billows of Twilight's

radial rhythms, for an ancient law

rules she may not claim the sky.

Nay, the eagle alone could rise into

the rapture of a violet-blue

throng upon the rippling lane to yon

misty Sun pillar, to eventide's

phare of watered gold, tinting every

crest with prayer and praise.

Rest your form, weary warbler! Let your

tune of woodland and beck

take wing, soaring to blossom souls

that were the glory of our Morning,

for Light unveils the Eternal

in your song, as in the eagle's pinions.

Aye, you are alike fated to glide over

diverse paths earthly and etheric,

through varied spans along spirals of

brightness and dark to a Haven

that loves every bloom and song,

every ave and wing,

where all shall be One.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: THE MORNING GLORY

Source: www.pinterest,com

Artist: Elihu Vedder