JOURNEY II

Alone, I hold my course truthward

as voyager of the skies,

as a witness of promise unfolding

through darkness and despair.

This is my purpose,

my chosen path, inscribing circles

over radiant eminences,

pondering the art of moonbeams

upon rippling peacock brine,

my wandering spirit sending forth

tear-stained gazes 

into its sheltering caverns.

Sole that magnificent dome of blue

could gladden my vision,

for I am a seeker of depths and

teller of tales, who would live

everywhere, everywhen,

communing with souls that would 

speak their traversing.

Such chronicles would abide with the

certainty of Eternal Light

that mourns not the departed, 

for its flames live,

though forms perish; its strains echo

through the ether,

though voices be silenced.

Shall not Destiny ever be thus?

Life's waves of bliss and desolation, 

tides of hope rising and ebbing,

shall whelm the comeliest moon,

disperse the brightest stellar concourse, 

as newborn vessels rise to sight.

Would that I could evermore journey

through Time and Universes,

circumambulate cosmic consciousness,

my breaths and being I would pledge

to portray each sacred cycle

in silver and blood, with my earthly road

to merge before predawn skies.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: SELENE

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Artist: Carl Schweninger