BREATHE II

 

Last year this time

 

No strawberry aisles

or mango miles…

 

…Only a turning into

your lungs,

into an emissary

of air,

an unpresent witness

to fire battling

water

 

And light’s

iron muteness

 

Upon a confluence of

wayward

salt streams

lit by copper, marigolds

and ashes.

 

This year…

 

…no no strawberry aisles

no no mango miles.

 

“Two negatives make

a positive.”

 

A nameless non-sound

descends

into

the hour.

 

Is it the peace

of healing or the calm

before disquiet?

 

Ashen jasmine,

fading firefly trails…

 

Do two absences make

a meeting, father?

 

I hear the sky breathing.

 

© 2022 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse

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PROOF

 

Would I fear fire?

 

I am clothed in roaring flames,

blazing tongues

and golden beacons warding

the silent, eternal

revolution

within.

 

You and I are as Earth and Sky,

facing pages;

our song rises, a dust script,

a bridge from Home

to azure Home,

the faraway haze that shadows

and raises the ground

that makes us.

 

We plumb the mystery of loving;

Chimes echo the souls

of Winds they never hold;

Wintering Branches

write of Spring’s crystal depths

against a distant

blue Canvas, the seasonless

Season that enfolds all

but touches none.

 

We know a placeless place where

Song meets a Voice,

Proof of a Flower beyond the fire,

the one path to its perfume

through Flames

that curve violet around

the Universe.

 

© 2022 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse

 

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PROLOGUE: YOUNG FOREVER

 

A spangled veil rises, a singing sky

that planted flaming stars

in my eye.

 

Silence rings, now a deviance in sound

my crown of blood once

made sterling.

 

It looks on me, that distant mirror of

moonlit blue infinity, sun-filled,

shadow-rilled.  

 

Forever’s ocean beckons my river of

years; flow meets flow at

the edge of the edge.

 

Eternity touches the earth, the of earth,

with the trembling certainty

of sea reflected in sea.

 

Pain refines faith. Is the artist not time’s

subject? The music’s seeker

is its noblest maker.

 

Go to wonder, to where memories leave,

breathing dream-lit petals

into wintering trees.

 

Unuttered thoughts are light and the air is

a voice that whispers of

coming comfort.

 

Knowing is mystery; questions make whole,

wordlessness illuminates,

lends substance.

 

Young eyes bare timeless tales; they know

the perils of thornless ways.

 

Forever eyes, find peace in the raging storm,

tumult, in safe harbour.

 

© 2022 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse

 

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Rest content...but not silent.

The fires you ate made of you

a diamond.

A furnace burns still...forging...

tempering...

Dreams turned to ashes in

your mouth.

Remembrance does not redeem.

Your bones beat a watery drum.

© 2022 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse 

A small infinity was placed on a hand.

Right.

To right.

I did not know that hand was mine;

it seemed a shadow I saw

in a dream.

Waiting is a continuum far from living.

Detached from knowing.

Even light must go the distance.

The star dies before it colours the eye.

© 2021 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse