ONE

Would that one beam of that lemon-kissed 

hellebore of waking dreams 

would smile upon my bereft brush!

Would that I could thread my loom with one

strand of that rippling azure veil!

Would that my heartstrings could splash

one note of the salt spray's 

silver-blue chords upon my stave!

I seek to capture Earth's storms of colour,

my mortal senses scouring

her swathes for their sagas and songs.

Yet, nor words nor pigment

could repeat the hues and tones of visions,

echoes of olden memories.

Nyx retreats, glancing darkly upon one who

would immortalise her treasures.

Nay, Goddess, my unversed hands find no

accord with a fractious canvas

that will not be sullied by counterfeit

moonglow and starlight.

Eos processes across its spotless expanse,  

coral banners of momentary victory

raised to the frowning trireme of the West,

anon yielding to mighty Helios,

undesirous of clinging to her past eminence.

Briny waters speak from turquoise depths,

the Song of Eternity upon their ancient breath.

I am a mere bubble upon their spume,

my mind and spirit housed in withering flesh,

enmeshed in a premise

of substance and separateness,

pondering posterity and permanence.

I shall contemplate the Universe's Art this Day,

the moment of glorious culmination, 

when strands of wind, light, spray and souls

shall be One.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: THE DAWN (edited)

Source: bouboum.net 

Artist: John La Farge