FOR BTS

DESIDERATUM

 

I

The Sun filled my windows at First Light;

no rooks cawed; no barbed tracery

of dull slate scarred the ivorine chest,

for hollowed branches jaggedly winding,

winding dirge-like through

birth and passing, were cast to earth,

razed by soundless Storms of inky silver.

 

How ardently they cleaved to crowns of

fading copper and gold,

tending their treasured torment of Silence,

seeking to remain inhumed evermore

in the liminal Season, loath to bequeath

their burnished burden

to winds that attend all and none!

 

II

A Boon, a Blue Moon rained her balsam

into this hallowed haven of

wistful withering, whispering periwinkle

riptides so gently clamant

evoking the dolour of ages that shaped

and braced its ruins, clasping unto

themselves its aery catafalque.

 

The sighing Sage shed ancient memories

as a Soul wept wingless words,

lettering its clamour in purple tints on to

bone-white leaves. Such, It  bonded

to a grey spine to lend them moment,

gathering plentiful sheaves of Its solitary

nocturnal reaping, yet, no lucid harvest.

 

Meaning unspoken, waning, lay sepulchred

amid unuttered phrases and

colourless Springs bled of pith and ardour,

these shells of lives foregone.

Unknowing, It drifted into Its wonted unrest

through somnolent hours, unmindful  of

the imminent Grace of a shadowless Dawn.

 

III

A volant bluebird arcs a path to my Wake,

my Awakening, for I, a mote

cloaked in stardust, go to unweave my life,

dying with each step lightward

to all that is myth or history, a bright death,

an argent conflagration Cyan

and Birdsong bless into an Autumnal rebirth.

 

Breezes that blow over blooming and decay

alike enfold me, wrapping about

my form as a caul, scattering my Ashes to the

limbless Atephile that succoured them.

Violet stars spangle Morning’s azure veiling,

these, my swaddling clothes lucent

as the Eye born into me like a heartbeat.

 

© 2020 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse

Desideratum – that which is needed or desired – was inspired by the artwork in the BTS’s Group Concept Image for BE, its composition of vivifying colours and textures, the language of its brushstrokes and the Blue Moon of October 31, 2020.

Oftentimes, an unexpected blessing serves to open one’s eyes to new paths, illuminating much which one might have consigned to darkness. BTS’s art has been the brightest light in my own black phases, healing and restoring both mind and spirit and instilling hope when all else seemed lost.

2020 had us all trapped to some degree in an emotional wasteland, experiencing prolonged uncertainty and a contraction in personal growth. I marvel at how BTS have transcended their own setbacks and bonded the hearts and souls of multitudes across the globe to theirs and each other’s by sharing their unvarnished truths. The resonance and comfort we have felt in the expression of their states of mind and being are what humankind desires and needs to weather these fraught times with a measure of serenity.

Image (edited): twitter.com (@BigHitEnt)