FOR NAMJOON            

CLOUD WEAVER

 

A dreamer, a Cloud Weaver, his mind cradles a word

as a page, inscribing moonlight and rain upon its Age.

Each verse he gathers, placing his epistle as a Cloud

in a Sky, that it may pulse within Circles,

drift through Seasons, into some heart or eye.

 

Fall and shine! I hear you speak as a prayer to Life

amid ancient hallowed stones;

the whisper of a beloved voice in strife or strangeness;

echos of resolute footfalls impelling my steps

upon an unknown path;

the solace of Polaris beyond the Storm; glad news on a

day when neither will nor plan triumph.

 

Fall and shine! I discern you in an early morning of late

Autumn, when all is suspended in mist,

displaced, yet present; frosted rosebuds in the fragile

Winter sunshine; smoke tendrils curling

against twilight’s silk; a murmuration of starlings

across Summer’s torpor; silver ribbons of geese on wing

soothing the sable blackness of turbulent heavens;

a starscape aglow through early Spring’s haze;

a spark of spirit in the eyes of defeat;

an inspiriting glance that embraces across worlds.

 

Fall and shine! I perceive you in the winged blue jewel

alighting upon leaves that spurn my lines;

the blessing to Death carved on the archway of an

ageless forest shrine; the kinship of the tome that keeps

my years; the one pressed purple pansy

from childhood days that never fades; a serendipity of

violets amid October’s decay; the grain of the worn

wooden doorway to my attic of memory.

 

You are poet and poem, wandering a Crescent of Time,

breathing each theme from the Universe’s core,

these through Life to return to its blood.

Speak your soul's creed, Prophet of the Clouds,

for its essence prefaces our chapters,

its meaning rhymes with our heartbeats.

© 2020 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse

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FOR JIMIN

INTO THE LIGHT

Dance in the Shadow of a flowerless Spring,

where the viscid ground inearths

your step and claims the nightingale’s trilling.

 

Dance over a fretwork of bloodless sun and

moon, where guttering rainbows

bleed their last shades into keening stardust.

 

Dance with your spectral Sinner whose form

you hewed from obsidian-veined marble.

 

Dance from myriad hours in hair shirts when

a single silver strand upheld your sky.

 

Dance between storms that tore the feathers

from your pinions, fettering you to the abyss.

 

Dance to rhythms that unspun and cleaved

your fibre, as your very pulse assailed you.

 

Dance through thinning smoke, across mirrors

you shatter with spurning gazes.

 

Dance within squandered hours, past beauty

seen out of the corner of your eye

and dismembered dreams

that will not cease breathing.

 

Dance toward your unborn Saint, in whose heart

your eternal Harvest blooms.

 

Dance in the Universe within, though it at once

consumes and liberates you.  

 

Dance beneath the meteors of your epiphany,

the Comet of Truth.

 

Dance, as the dying gasp of Dark raises you up,

setting you as a Jewel in new Light.

 

Dance on winged feet into Rebirth, into Life.

 

© 2020 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse

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                     FOR YOONGI

                         INDIGO

 

Undesired, unbidden immolator of monodies

made of Sea and Eye and Spring,

you rain down on a Ruin of unfinished poems

and tomes of ages past,

on odes to a Scythe, paeans to Despair

and elegies to a Flower.

 

Veins aflame with twilit blue sear a blooming

curse on my tongue;

would you tear me from the inanition,

the self-naughting i sought for a grave?

Are you Guardian of the Portal to Me, that you

would foil the Reaper?

 

Must i perish on Your pyre of Light, remake my

likeness from it? Must i heed Your

hortatory rhymes that reach for skies i shall

never see? How shall i unlearn

the rhythm of my truths, of unwinding the Clock

its Master has worn into my knuckles?

 

i ponder the string of phantoms in my Crystal,

spectres black interludes

so lovingly wrought urging me to live backwards,

to remain eternally behind my story.

Welcome, now, bright Estranger of my darkness,

my Touchstone, my Measure of Life.

 

I dive forward from my shallows into Your depths,

into Indigo that sounds the course

of dreams entombed in colours of fading memories.

My silence I barter for Your song.

A Shadow glides over today’s ground, as I finesse

my way through a new Fire.

 

Your tears stream from my eyes, Poet of the Soul,

as we pen our healing.

#SonOfMyHeart

 

© 2020 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse

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