THE LOST GODDESS

A hueless flimmer slid into the

space of my trance,

a presence of clear shadows

and vaporous dew,

a power unsought, uninvoked, 

yet sensible to the eye

that paints the unseen dove

upon hearing the beat

of its wings.

No wight was this, nor spirit's

echo, nor godly light.

Still, it seemed an oddment of

shattered divine emanation,

restively fluttering through the

indigo vortex of my 

inner eye as Spring's spectral

butterfly over Winter's

white wasteland.

"Are you the forgotten goddess

of legends, whose dictum

mystics and priestesses expound?

What grave transgression

provoked your exilement from

Ogygia's dominion?

What torment caused the ichor

to bleed from your

immortal veins?"

The inky hush grew ever deeper,

subsuming my whispered

musings. The lost divinity sighed,

her resolute melancholy

luminous with helpless eloquence.

The Light spoke her name,

for words are denied her in death,

this deity of Silence,

fair Calypso.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: KALIPSO

Source: commons.wikimedia.org

Artist: Jan Styka