STARLIT NIGHT II

Rise, little stars and great, gleaming
as mirrors small and immense,

each a force of mystical sympathy

in a realm of subtler light.

Dreams and reflections you bestow

upon me, every vision and likeness

a portal into my soul.

Castor clads my weeping shadow in

a cilice; Pollux bids Mercy crown

my bleeding brow;

Polaris surrounds me with his myriad

gently guiding arms,

as the Pleiades, Nymphs of the skies,

smile upon Nyx and her children;

Gienah draws me into his dark camber,

willing me to take wing, 

to discover motion within my stillness;

Rigel anchors me to Gaia's dominion;

Altair bears me into the ether.

In tempests and temples my silhouette

shines, in idylls and Stygian depths,

upon thresholds of mysteries.

With arms outstretched, I yield to this

hallowed dome that reveals

to me my every self; the fallacies of my

illusory triumphs; deeper, hidden

meanings in the mundane;

my wounds and wings.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: NIGHT

Source: www.liveinternet.ru

Artist: Auguste Raynaud