QUEST

I am a grain of sand seeking the desert,
a feather seeking a wing.

I was born into the vaporous realm that

binds the soil to the ether,

yet, I am a child of earth and blood,

thirsting for the very brick walls

and black roots that grazed and rent 

my flesh and spirit.

The darkness of a thousand blighted 

births weights my feet,

a cruel blessing, that I may not squander

the morsel of Light that

would sustain me, for the journey is long

and I would not hasten Time.

Nay, I would learn the momentum of this

nameless flow,

an animating force of non-love impelling

a sunless existence,

a non-life, a mode not of my choosing.

Aye, mother, I embark upon

a search mysterious even to myself,

my impost at each Gate

upon the sacred path wrought from pain 

of flight from it,

aspiring to barter my eyes - your eyes -

for Vision, for redemption.

I must traverse this lightless terrain

toward a luminous axis,

toward the peduncle of the Cosmic Bloom,

where I could no more discern

the space between heights and depths.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image source: twitter.com

Artist: Samy Charnine