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