BEAUTY

She dwells in a space and time apart

beyond the realms of birth and death.

She lingers in the silence between

Dawn and the lark's first note,

upon the nascent leaf,

in the heart that wears its glow,

binding soul to verdant soul.

Within the bud she bides awhile,

bids the Sun unfurl its petalled portal,

that she may glide upon

perfumed wafts to her radiant throne.

Her votaries ensoul her essence,

the Muses and Nymphs awaiting her 

in woods and bowers,

in fire and snow,

amid watery waves and airy.

She is the recondite harmony that

unites Light and the supernal, 

setting the spirit upon its journey

to cosmic purpose,

reaching out to the Good that remains

in a world that no more worships

her reflection, merely her replica

wrought of earthly gold.

She alone construes the absence

of those gathering fragments

of broken stars, whom indirection holds

in its dark spell.

She shall not forsake them,

this divine Intercessor whom life shall 

never touch, though she enfolds

the Universe.

Yet man may ponder her Grace,

imbibe her hues of First and Last Light,

as the Gods raise temples to Her

and scatter stars at Her altar.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: SPRING SCATTERING STARS

Source: nevsepic.com.ua

Artist: Edwin Howland Blashfield