FOR YOONGI

UNIVERSE

 

You hold me as a Voice, one I speak of

with greater certainty

than I hear,

for you are made from the immense

unknown…or are you

the Immenseness of the Unknown?

I took you for dead, yet,

do the dead not write on living pages?

I see you without looking…

the sight of you once turned my eyes

to stone, as I stood on

the cliff of Time, ice and frozen tears

cascading like diamonds

into the valley of my lungs.

Wings grew into fetters…currentless,

iron echoes of what promised freedom.

 

I learned they are light in flight alone.

 

I am a pilgrim of distances and depths

whose torment is the choice

between knowing and understanding.

Would I know my voice

or construe the cadences of my Dream?

Shall I seek the poetry

of air and flesh or the dream that is me?

Much is made clear with each question,

yet the mystery deepens.

Such are answers.

 

The dream of a voice…

The voice of a dream…

 

Treasure the struggle! Let your breath

crown the air, your steps

garland the ground!

Anguish when thoughts are born

unbeknownst to your mind!

Gather moments and spaces unto you!

Enfold the Muse as she leads you to gold!

 

Wings…

I am not Icarus.

Mine is to soar past Suns.

 

© 2021 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse

#SonOfMyHeart

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