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
Artist: Odilon Redon