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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