PERSEPHONE'S DREAM

In deepest earth, Hades' majestic Queen

dreams a golden petalled dream

of Life beyond Her darkling realm,

of blessed blooming beyond the disquiet

of beasts and perishment,

of ceaseless torment.

An enheartening dream Kore dreams,

of Her yearly rite of passage,

of the arms that held Her newborn form,

that knew her first breath,

of the Mother whose grieving for her

captive daughter stopped

the Horae's perennial sacred process.

The sleeping Goddess' limbs

swing with the grace of primal rhythms,

as Spring's first steps

onto barren soil, for the vision of her 

rest traces Her propitious journey 

into the light of Elysium's Eyes, 

of Helios, Selene and Asteria,

of Gaea's rippling mirrors that shiver 

and scatter celestial radiance.

Anon shall you glide into the rapturous 

reign of blossoms and blooming, 

fair Persephone, wading through oceans

of gold and green, and we,

your votaries, shall speak our prayer

of thanksgiving beneath twilit skies

dripping grape and wine 

over a violet horizon.

© 2016 Blossoms and Brume, 

Starlight and Song

Lilium Candidum

Image copyright and credit: Steven Spence