STARLIT NIGHT

Day's harsh glow wearies me;

this Keeper of illusions,

her sharp rays sunder Life

into brightness and shade,

cloaking treasures and 

trantles in the selfsame gold.

I close my sun-blinded eyes,

seeking that vibrant part

of my being human

perverseness could not sully, 

prospecting the inner indigo,

a sempiternal twilight

that is my refuge from man's

wanton debasement of

blessings that are his alone.

Gilt masks are your preserve,

Helios, as pyrrhic victories

and perfidious pretensions.

Night, our gentle preserver,

marks all Creation with edges

darkly silver, with moonlit

brush and starry, tracing

shadows within shadows.

Truth is her robe, Selene's fair,

fulgent visage her mirror,

starglow her embrocation. 

Hers is a space of revelation,

of atonement and restoration,

stilling the mind and

sparking the soul.

What shall my book of life be?

A treasury, perchance,

of retreats into the serene folds

of Mother Nyx's inky robes,

of luminous moments spent in

stirring converse with

Hypnos and Thanatos.

I would be a word in Time's 

Annals of Starlight.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: THE NIGHT WITH THE GENII OF STUDY AND LOVE
Source: commons.wikimedia.org
Artist: Pedro Américo