JOURNEY IV

How ineffable is the mind of man, 

its formless fabric a tortuous

triumph of foreordination and will; 

I would live bereft of my shadow,

the very device 

that tethers me to Gaea's realm.

I would be as a waveless ocean

plumbing its tides in etheric depths, 

as a wingless ave swept skyward 

upon plumes of light, 

bartering motion for glimpses of

Infinity's farthest reaches.

Among leafless trees, I mark every

silhouette save mine,

one barren as the Winter to which

it clings, withering in pallid,

brooding calm. In a reality apart,

sun-drunk storms dance on, 

as I alone dream forgotten dreams  

upon a dextrorse pathway

around an argentine axis of quiet, 

an unseen turbulence

propelling its soundless, rhythmic

twirling, divergent impulses

ballasting Life's flow.

Memory draws her divine veil over

my slumbers' plains,

wakening a dell the frost has spared, 

dispelling vapours of sorrow 

and rainbow mirages, merging black

whirlpools with seas of bliss.

Time loops around me, 

yesterday's blooms rise to Summer's

footfall in this vale of eternal joy,

bestowing upon me visions of Light,

expanding my spirit to its core.

Mnemosyne, Mother of Inspiration,

would not forsake me.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: THE IDEAL (edited)

Source: www.download.bg

Artist: Louis Janmot