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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FOR BTS

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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FOR BTS

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

 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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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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