Monday, 15 August 2016


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 path
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, 
incunabulum of the deepest transformation.
Sole with the diminuition of vanity shall your truest, 
purest journey commence."

© 2016 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Artist: John Moore of Ipswich