Wednesday, 31 August 2016

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

Monday, 15 August 2016

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 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

Image: MOONLIT LANDSCAPE
Artist: John Moore of Ipswich
Source: www.pinterest.com

Monday, 8 August 2016

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

Thursday, 4 August 2016


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