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BLUE

 

It is the reflection of itself in its own depths,

the curve of tides that live in their

own dreams, for such expand

beyond the universe’s brim.

 

It gives all of its immenseness; not a wave or

particle of its vastness submits

to be contained.

 

It is the voice that causes to know and leads

to be, for it tints freedom’s heart

and peace’s flame.

 

It glows in the lightness of truth’s eurhythmy,

pride’s temperance, tears falling

and smiles taking wing.

 

It is life’s strand in the perils of adventuring,

the filament of steel in fear’s blood.

 

It is a meeting of Angels, the lucidest phantom

in the human crystal.

 

It thrives in infolding echoes and aging irises

grown gentle with knowing…

or bright unknowing.

 

It is anemones spilling verse into the half-light,

chimes catching the first wind-note of spring,

summer’s last gaze lifting autumn’s

leaf litter into haloed bronze.

 

It is the sposh of early snow, the solace of ice,

the whisper of moonlit skifts.

 

It is the quietude that enfolds absence defined

and loneliness understood.

 

It is immersion, profound contemplation, futurity,

where magic remains.

 

It is the union of eternity, elements and duality,

time’s breath stopped at beauty’s doors

and love returned.

 

It is the twirling of fireflies sparkling into twilight

to spar with stars.

 

It is an hour, a realm, a question mark, a phrase,

a light, radiance that soothes the spirit

and washes illusions from its vaults.

 

It is the sky behind your eyes bleeding as souls,

as song, through spaces words could not fill.

Do you grow into it or does it grow with you?

 

It is your higher destiny,

for you see in blue and blue...

 

© 2021 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse

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