FOR YOONGI

SO FAR AWAY

I hear a Heart beat a dream,

as I cleave to Autumn’s rising.

Hints of 'maybe', 'could be'

and 'ought to' leaven a Season

I neither know nor see,

one I yearned for without me,

into which I now reach with

hands surer than ever before

toward a lambent Core, a glow

of Source and silent Knowing.

I seek to fade into gentle flowing,

far from the fear that wove

my veins, bartering my blood

for doubt and loathing

that wrenched me out of hope

and living, for that which sparked

Beginning leaned into thwarted

spaces and sere, into the vise

of ambiguity that is my Tartarus,

my cold ledge of unreckoning.

A leaf unfurls in Autumn’s arms;

my soul knows the faraway light

your eyes shine, the bright womb

that would recast its dim expanse.

This blessing, I greet with trust

and abandon; redeeming song;

meaning in the stillness between;

words blossoming and withering

on the tree of Life; a Universe

of paths, truths and falls.

Your heart beats a dream,

our dream,

it leads me back to mine.

#SonOfMyHeart

© 2020 Lilium Candidum

Lily's Verse

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