SOLSTICE MOON

From a shell of vaporous nacre

you emerge,

Pearl of this Solstice eve,

illuming the tenebrous lane that

leads the spirit to equilibrium.

As gossamer your argent balm

alights upon the Season's golden arc,

as the Muse's Reflection and Eye

that ensoul the marble,

ere the Artist's hand shapes

a fluid stillness

from its veined mosaic.

Your mystical ivory hand realigns,

rejoins disclaimed, broken strands,

guiding kindred souls

to the shoreline of your liquid sanctum,

that they may find their mirrors

by the light of your own.

I would offer the blessing onward,

fair goddess, 

rendering your luminous precepts

in words and hues, that my memory

of your Grace may gladden

hearts yet unborn.

I shall measure the passage of this rare

light in heartbeats,

for hours could scarce hold the silver

of such remembrance,

for each ray is a messenger, 

immense, boundless,

as an ungated moment of easement

flowing eternally through

Heart, Circle and Home.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: FISHING PARTY (edited)

Source: commons.wikimedia.org

Artist: Fitz Henry Lane