SNOW MOON

What forces spun into thy bright manifestation

of nival grandeur, Blossom of Winter’s desire?

What visions bequeathed thee

the Heart of Divine Spirit that wreathe thy brow

in gelid canescence, in arcane splendour?

I seek thee this Night, thy hibernal radiance

to mantle my colder vessel, for I am a child

of hiemal realms and snowdrop woods.

Earth’s slumbering is my shrine, great Goddess;

no phoenix, I, but a votary of thy white Fire

that kindles the seeker’s Eye,

thou Chronicler of Nature’s cycles transcribing

the Circle’s path across celestial vellum.

Time’s own Cryptographer art thou, Mother,

enciphering Spirit’s message in the supreme

language of cosmic devising.

Thy warmer glow tints my dreams; opal, pearl,

sepia, of musing and memories, of thine ipseity,

thy treasure trove nor man, nor stars espy.

Thy yearning I would know, thine orison

and rapture, not as instrument of man’s measure,

but as bloom of Love’s empyrean course.

Thy heart would I know; art thou in profound 

longing through ages to every star bound?

The mystery of Creation thou wouldst deepen,

to man his soul’s currents unveil,

its ebb and flow, its streams cleaving, uniting,

merging into Completeness. To my inner Portal

thou leadest me, to a dimensionless point

of Silver flames, to a sacred quest, that I may

rise into Truth, soar to the Infinite,

my Voice harmonising with Life’s own chorus.

Before thy Deathless Light I lay my prayer.

© 2020 Lilium candidum

Lily’s Verse

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