BEAUTY VI

Scintillating swarms welled from
an agatine astral spring,
from a fulminating fluid sconce
of deepening ultramarine
and purple brume, raining life
and light upon my soul's
wishful, wistful windows.

My poet's heart strained towards 
the ethereal geode,
that fount of fiery filaments, 
as if to peer into elysian bowers,
aiming to espy divinities
at their craft,
unwinding clinquant moments
from Time's singing,
swinging spools. 

Each burnished orb scalded the
ether, emanating binary trails,
every strand distinct, 
yet linked to its twin by a barely
discernible thread of kinship.

My seeker's spirit now ponders
the doubling light,
a transmutation sacred as birth,
bewildered by visions
of an exalted consciousness 
beyond the domain of
earthly percipience.

What deity would bestow this
unforeseen benediction
upon one so unworthy?
Do I not contemplate mystics'
accounts with yearning
bereft of the hope and faith
that govern more 
venturous souls?

"In the seeking of the Light is its
worship, in the treading
of its path is sacred fellowship
with the Universe.
Seek Truth and Beauty, pilgrims all!
Thus shall ye know that
radiant composite."

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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Artist: Eduard Veith