BEAUTY XIII

A rare Light I beheld, a diffuse sliver

of indeterminate hues

and elemental motion that beckons

to lost souls wandering 

purposeless, pathless, thro' the

darkest Darkness, fluttering betwixt

existence and non-existence.

My breath and steps it sunward drew,

this pavé of spinning,

renewing azure and mysterious airglow

that was at once muse and artist,

canvas and pigment,

rendering distinct life-scapes I savoured

with a child's clear eye.

A long-frozen riverful of journeys flowed

anew, restored to its rightful

dominion 'neath rippling veils of dreams,

sparking music and visions in my

barren spirit, as if to paint jewelled

heavens 'pon my inmost dark, 

that I may ne'er more be bereft of light.

A distant grey Autumn day

my heart recalled, when a bed of late

violets, by the early frost untouched,

greeted my gloom.

Of a bygone Winter I bethought myself,

when a span of Summer

I had espied wedged beneath snow-clad 

rocks, her green melody

chiming thro' hibernal winds' keening.

Spaces of fortitude thro' lives I retrieved,

revived, where the air imbued my being

as a divine elixir,

bearing me thro' blackness into starry skies.

Such blessings Beauty detailed,

for Hope to bestow 'pon Her forlorn pilgrim.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: THE PEARLS OF APHRODITE

Source: commons.wikimedia.org

Artist: Herbert James Draper