PEACE II

A white calm rests upon the tumult;

Life and Death coalesce

for a moment, arcing as a new vault

over an ocean of broken breaths.

Memory's silver tides await

a forgotten Angel;

she, who once strode upon the Light,

extends a bruised wing

in the dark, mirroring the keeling

of petals in the wind,

of leaves on sky-tinted waters,

echoing the life-kindling sussurus

of the eternal Fount.

The whisper of wounded white pinions

waken the warrior upon shorn earth,

this valiant victor 

who sheds tears too long forsaken

where a child cast her joy

into the Sun, where a hermit tended

the bleeding Dove,

where a mystic blessed

marauding brigands, where a priestess'

invocation rent the heavens.

A new Dawn tints the sighing River,

as, in his reflection,

the hero glimpses the fallen.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: BUTTERFLIES

Source: www.the-athenaeum.org

Artist: Odilon Redon

JOURNEY VII

A changeling light streamed across the forest floor;

flowing, pearly fire bathed my yearning brow.

A Knowing I knew not I possessed spoke,

the voiceless voice of my fervent seeking that Time

may not claim.

"Not merely Moon echoing Sun, but a cosmic agency

consecrated to Beginnings

revives your Soul and Eye, this Night.

This Poet of the Hour and Prophet of the ages ordains

that you here meet your newer self

touched by radiant Hands that shape eternal skies.

You who tread a changeful course

to impermanent calm, must forswear illusions,

your fears cast into foregone currents,

as the tree that surrenders its shadow of the moment

to the moving river.

Shall tomorrow's tides receive your mortal path,

your earthly endeavours colour some distant Dawn?

Would you command the reed of the Infinite?

Swear allegiance to the Light that powers your vessel,

upon this shore make a sacred vow, 

this incunabulum of the deepest transformation.

Sole with the diminuition of vanity shall your truest, 

purest journey commence."

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: MOONLIT LANDSCAPE

Artist: John Moore of Ipswich

Source: www.pinterest.com

DREAM V

A crackle glass Moon weeps

her broken rays

over the silver-blue nocturne

of the woodland stream,

upon the sediment

of our childish dreams, sisters.

My heart drums alone,

receiving this hour's legacy,

a beauty that at once

wounds the soul

and renders it whole.

Yet, my solitary path shall trace

an eternal question,

its answer in a sky that in vain

seeks your eye.

My breath I bound to a vow

spoken in secret

to these woods, where I invoked

the resonance of earth

amid ghosts of yellow garlands

and flowered trails.

Lines and curves of violet ink

emerge upon my page as though

from a waking dream,

stringing together memories of

leaf, branch and blossom,

moments of life, laughter and death. 

These, I shall inearth 

under our willow, for our Summers 

shall not live in another’s dream.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: PAISATGE NOCTURNE AMB DUES NOIES

Source: commons.wikimedia.org

Artist: Joan Brull i Vinoyles

HOPE II

An unrest like music afire

lifts the mist,

stirring the silenced Soul

to speak, to call to the gold

upon the horizon,

that it may seek

the window of its wound.

Despair's blade dulls in the

hush of the half-light,

as an Angel's tears fall upon

the salt of bloodied ground,

that Earth may weep

no more for the fallen.

A child regards the Abode

of her deepest fears,

tracing the blear edge of the

Dark Moon drifting past

veils and starlight, loving Her

whose shadowed hues

they impute to malediction

and misfortune.

Under a searing Summer Sun,

the parched land rises

to skies suffused with hues

of a harvest it alone sees,

awaiting fluid footfalls across

arid heavens.

A trustful emplacement within

the darkest Dark

prepares to receive the Light.

A rite of Breath at Life's altar,

affirmation of its rhythm -

this is Hope,

and the Spirit's elevation

its consummation.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: ARCHANGELS

Artist: Bela Čikoš Sesija

Source: galerijadeci.hr