BEQUEST

A peace like glass sparkles darkly

thro’ a nival womb of plumes and flurry

in the white swan’s shadow.

My spirit leans into the beckoning storm,

a frozen tale to tell that darkling farrago

of ragged sighs and piercing raindrops.

Pulse and breath lie bound in the spell

of curling tides and watered skies;

this fluid maze would claim my vital force

of violet tones and silver crescents

that once splashed rainbows upon gloom,

cast starlight into forlorn eyes.

“Linger, strive”, speaks a timeless tempest

descending upon an ancient Solfeggio

“for hopes answered, for hearts restored”.

Swirling music eddies upon itself, winding,

returning to heal barren moments past

with one blink of Eternity's eyelid.

Soul and gaze reach aching, labouring still,

toward books of Dreams held in abeyance;

bright chronicles, torrents of crimson ink;

burnished harps upon poets’ tomes,

golden laurels; calls to pilgrims to tread

a purple patch embracing the horizon.

Birthed anew, I rise thro' lancing waves,

Shadow and Passion my Wings, borne upon

a Refrain of Light sounding the waters,

despair subdued, morphed into a new Fire.

Nay, I could not serve Art as a mere vessel

for memories of Life.

© 2020 Lilium Candidum

Lily's Verse

Image: Chariot of Apollo Artist: Odilon Redon Source: http://commons.wikimedia.org