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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