Sunday 15 May 2016

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

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