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