FOR JIN

CYNOSURE

 

You rise as a Paragon of a brighter Age, Guardian of Mysteries!

Your radiance unfurls as a silver River upon the

inky grey of my mind, burgeoning rills of dreams I deemed lost

to the cold Silence of the primordial Veil

that mantles our Home.

 

Whisper an evocation to Love, for She entitles you anew through

Seasons, Luminous Lapidary, Crusader of Peace

your unspent longing renders luminescent, no mere Orb

of Beauty’s fluent force, but our Mother’s Child

fiery Fate wrenched from her arms.

 

Thence, you burn as a Lamp in our Solitude’s sanctum sanctorum;

Time keeps your sapient devotion,

for you spin and loop in equal measure, gliding Metaphor

of the Primal Union of Source and Self, these cleaved through

Creation into Light and Darkness.

 

You shine this Circle as an illumination in a supernal manuscript;

yet, you are Wordsmith of a softer glow,

cascading visions and verse to Blossoms that bear your name.

You speak and laugh in Pearl and Sky,

chiming varying shades of revelation, spelling chaplets and wreaths

to friend and foe alike, gathering one and all

into your Close of Comfort.

 

No mortal eye could glimpse or prehensile mind fathom the torment

you cloak in shadows; we who bloom as one

beneath your gleam divine your anguish, Oracle of our Flames.

What blazing arrows mark your aspect, as each cosmic Page turns?

Do you weep for tears that pool where a Star once smiled?

 

Look upon us Moonflowers riven by dawn, restored by dusk, for we

wear your hues and echo your Song. Look upon us,

you whose Dark Seas hold Depths that are Light, by whose Hand a

gentle Moment expands into a Life, our Heart’s Kin,

Cynosure of the Eye within.

 

© 2020 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse

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