DREAM IV

Stone and spate marked my birth.

Still, I grew to know leaf

and butterfly, even as the ground

swallowed my feet.

Unfurling fronds of tenderest green

set free my paths,

feathering against Autumn's

variegated crystal mirror.

Scarlet aves streak across October's

changing parchment

as bleeding arrows, scrivening lost,

lightless hours, my pulse,

upon a breeze that shall not hear me.

Of earth I am not, nor of water,

fire or sky.

I am a child of the sleepless aether.

Blossoms of journeys past

slumber in the chill forest air;

a spark of trellis of Suns and Moons

awaits me in celestial spheres.

Father's Summer roses, 

dead Stars of living coral 

and palest pink,

lie within the Mystic's soul,

layered between her memories

of joy and sorrow, 

of ascension and vanquishment.

In winged dreams I shall ride 

the updraught of her essence into a

distant vision,

into a moment of bright birth,

that I may find life amid my shadows.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: LE PRINCIPE D'INCERTITUDE

Source: www.pinterest.com

Artist: René Magritte