FOR TAEHYUNG

INSCENDENCE

 

A Voice like snowflakes bearing starlight

and violet Dusks glancing

the winding river embosoms the Dawn.

Your Song is the boat in the

gloaming with sails of spangled plumes

and oars of moonlit dreams,

a cold Perfume that enfolds and warms

in shades of Fire and Ice.

You take Winter’s light for your canvas

and an icicle for your brush;

yet you sing us the Flowers and Flowing

and a recondite Whiteness,

that mystical sum of colours raying the

peace of a haven of clouds

that engulfs the Soul

as consciousness receives Spirit.

Man and Child angle for diamond orblets

in fluent crystal, possessing each

with a breath or thought,

impressing reflections into tides merging

time, space and silence

to ward their profoundest musings.

Your verse bespells and stirs;

Incertitude shines as a lamp in deepest

recesses of my frozen Lake,

thawing the Blue, raising me into Day

even as you descend

into frigid grey torrents to retrieve

lost echoes of a hapax logomenon with such

depth of ear as the prophets praise.

An Axiom of cerulean domes your world,

an eternal silver Mystery

marks its pinnacle; you poetise your course

to its heart, for you know Life as

Passer of Destiny’s design, a Prism whose

memory alone lives, endures.

Silted Shadows yield many-hued Blossoms;

promises of Pardon await

in the tribunal of Conscience; the Task shall

be restored to its sovereign plane.

A bird on a blue wing

hunts a Moment of Spring across the Sky,

as you walk the Passage to Meaning

at Frost’s edge.

The Season speaks a blessing into your Eye,

that you may somewhen

follow the arc of a kaleidoscope of butterflies,

a fleeting, floating mosaic,

to the eternal Summer of the Child

a Rainbow enwombs.

 

© 2020 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse

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