HYPNAGOGIA

Upon a streak of blazing blackness,

I journeyed toward a new

awakening where Darkness awaited, 

tempests in his flinty eyes, 

his raven haired consort by his side,

their disquieting beauty 

fiercely flaring upon the fringes of 

dazzling, drunken deeps 

that had quaffed liquid gold.

The light of Beauty's abode flooded its 

shorelines, an amalgam of 

thunderbolts and moonlit swansdown,

nor vaunting, nor proclaiming

its noble provenance, outvying celestial

jewels with its magnificence, 

humble before the core of that which

had burned to give it birth.

By this sublime illumination, the goddess

enfolded the dark-winged Oneiroi,

these emissaries of Elysium,

fleeting visions of man's slumbers,

sibylline and mystical, affrighting and

deceitful, blissful and importless,

yet threads that bind him to his mortal

fate in the realm of Death's brother.

She, Nature's second soul, 

sought to tinge her favoured children's

dreams with Her glory,

lest they not awake to Creation's own.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: DREAM IDYLL

Source: www.liveinternet.ru

Artist: Edward Robert Hughes