BEAUTY IV

I awoke to a pale periwinkle chalice
Nyx tipped over in her haste,
spilling sparkling sprays upon Dawn's
recumbent form,
Beauty anointing Beauty,
a lustrous parade streaming through 
barren Earth's grey dreams.

Brimming radiants spouted fireballs;
attired in a wondrous furore
of stardust streams and opal haze,
the Goddess floated from
feast to fulminating feast.
I sought words amid her scattered
jewels, for to versify
this splendour, frame its nebulous lapis
nacrescence in strands wrought
from Night's own radiance....

Want of breath stifled my burgeoning
hubris; such a quest was destined
for worthier mortals. Still, I cannot cease
pondering Beauty's immensity,
her depth and reach.
What birthed this elusive Force that stirs 
the most arid spirit to fervent response?
Through what hallowed ether
glide her impulses to willing substrates
that are convergences of
soul, mind, heart and vision?

Unseen, unheard, yet perceived, she raises 
the lowliest to the Light, 
elevating matter to a lesser, tangible divinity,
blessing the insatiate human eye with
momentary glimpses of the preternatural,
the soul with whispered portraits
of revelation, of ascension,
nor promises, nor pronouncements,
yet, echoing the essence of the Absolute.

© 2015 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: MORNING STARS (edited)
Source: www.liveinternet.ru
Artist: Sarah Paxton Ball Dodson