REDEMPTION

Away, Hypnos! I shall not rest
this freshened Night, 
Summer's own magnum opus, 
sinuous silver streaks
and thundering torrents carved. 
Nay, Zeus' conferment
was not crafted for sleep, nor
for wisdom gleaned from
bloodless pages by pale flames.

This glimmering, humming Dark
was devised for musing 
upon greater matters beneath the
fey, watery glow of laved
skies, of solemn celestial tapers. 
The eminence beckons;
ringing rillets speak sparkle and
spirit, that I may describe
my pathway across yielding earth.

Upon the hill, I shall commune with
the crystal air, its barricades
laid to waste by corroding cascades.
Amid such synergy, I am 
purely soul, confronted by my truest
self, frail and unguarded
before my own eyes, yet safe from
reprehension, for the lustrating
arms of eternal redemption
enfold me. 

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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Artist: Alois Heinrich Priechenfried