CLOUD

Cold fire I hold, drops

of blue flame,

as I sail over phantom

mists dotting 

frigid northward slopes. 

Adrift am I in candent

halls; Eyes that

divine the soil's kindling, 

previse the thirst

of ruddy veins and black

roots, hold me aloft.

Along mighty archways,

I tide upon roiled

waves beneath the sky's 

Autumn slumber, 

over Nature's amber 

dreams flecked with

evergreens, over silver

grey chains that

link the heavens to Earth,

Infinity to breath,

starbeams to temple

blazes, divinities to souls.

Their clear, thin melody

intones through

the bleakness, past Eyes

that expand into

distant stars, looking with

peace upon chaos

and calm alike, speaking

in a tongue holier

than words inaudible to

man alone of my sacred

purpose, of the life

my death shall bring forth.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: STORM IN THE MOUNTAINS (edited)

Source: commons.wikimedia.org

Artist: Albert Bierstadt