AUTUMN MOON

Upon Autumn's esplanade, I

steep myself in your

silver anodyne; life and death, 

tranquility and turmoil,

swirl and surge in the sliding 

satin of your sanative song,

a translucent alabaster

entity of light and tone, gentle, 

as the embrace of a divinity.

As a wind from the beyond it

blows through my spirit, 

driving the dust and webs of

illusion from my dark

soul-scape, draining spurious

chill and warmth from 

its vital centre, renewing its

columns and plinths,

its architraves and vaults.

By the hand you lead me home,

past the abodes of 

seeking spirits who worship at

your altar with hymns

and incense, with quill and brush,

by the light of hearts

that hear your own heartsong.

One such would I be, 

great goddess, for then would I

never know loneliness.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: MOONLIGHT ON THE LAKE, ROUNDHAY PARK, LEEDS

Source: www.the-athenaeum.org

Artist: John Atkinson Grimshaw