STAR SEEKER

 

What could dredge a spark from

the deepest fathoms

of grief that crushes as it shapes?

 

I wept for the stopping of a pulse

and a pulsing,

the perishing of a Dream

that waited for Day.

 

I have built a house of Words

from that hour

of short breaths and

long moments.

Words that are now for Silences

that rupture the lung,

strung together so death may

come undone;

that this sentence may be

re-storied;

that the salt may be leached

from the ocean in

my throat.

 

Turn, Season!

Turn, Road!

Into the light they call hope;

through the space

between sentience and knowing

where flowers of Faith bloom,

withered petals rising

into a hymn.

 

The calm before the storm hulls

the sleeping shoot,

the flaming germ of tumult

that lends the Cosmos

its colours.

 

I sought distance to be nearer

Myself.

 

The phoenix does not burn

to its end.

 

This soul-forged Dark has a Star

for its shadow.

 

© 2021 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse

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