JOURNEY III

At Asteria's feet, I combat my mortal self;

I would navigate distant spirals of divine light,

yet, I am a child of Apollo's realm,

ever faithful to the fragile silver filament

his golden orb nurtures, 

that bonds my soul to Life's web,

to a feeble bastion of flesh and bone,

this locus of timeless wars.

I seek those who seek me, fearful of all 

that would sever my conduit to earthly breath.

Yet, I would unshackle my spirit

from false images of virtue,

from malign forces that defile this living Shrine

wandering the ether. 

I am one of a lost, frail tribe,

a dreamer at the foot of the Tree of Life,

aspiring to trace rivers of ancient wisdom that

link Truth to man's polarities,

to paradoxes, to the mind and spirit, to illusions.

Could I dance with etheric tempests, 

fill my cup from the Great Source?

I would flow with atoms upon cosmic seas to

the Sage of the North,

at his altar lay impeding doubts, 

for the life threads of seers, it is said,

are wound upon his spindle. 

I shall implore Polaris' protection, his tutelage.

The storm within now bestilled,

I breathe the hope that Time shall lead me to

the most sacred of wordless oaths

made in shadowless demesnes

of an eternal Sun. Its fire would consume

veils of shade, its rays linger in my inner eye,

that I may tread the Path of Light upon Earth.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: THE KISS OF THE MUSE

Source: www.wikiart,org

Artist: Paul Cézanne