THE MYSTIC III

Through star-fields she wanders,
ringing crescent and orb;
with clouds and winds she ambles,
her eye lingering upon
whirling seeds and rising leaves,
communing with the Seasons,
having no need of words,
for her soul garbed in Innocence
carries the voice of Truth.
Her vision they take for an infirmity.
her serenity for an affliction,
spurning her as a madwoman.
Yet, she breathes compassion,
seeks completion,
her being nor empty, nor forlorn,
but replete with an unheard music
so sweet, that the lark
hastens to draw its melody
from her well of unuttered song,
and the rose discerns the fragrance
upon her silent prayer.
A greater Knowing guides her toward
Eternity's light in all Creation.
Aye, the Mystic's message is her Flame,
passing from life into life,
by Time untouched. Her inward gaze
becomes the Circle,
her breath the Moment, for she stands
apart from Life, yet within
its deepest heart.
Man's darkness shall she never know, 
this intrepid Seeker,
for she perceives the Essence,
the All-pervading.
What cares could burden 
one who slumbers 
enfolded in wings of spangled sky?

© 2016 Blossoms and Brume, Starlight and Song

Lilium Candidum

Image source: www.liveinternet.ru

Artist: Gaston Bussière

PATH III

Night's Spell-caster incants a whispered rune,

a clement command to light,

cloud and ether, drowning Hypnos' realm

in splintered milky quartz.

The moonflower's scent calls Her child to prayer

over a silver path of awakening

to a Temple of stillness, where silence shall

speak my entreaties, for She knows

my spirit's every waxing and waning spark.

"Cleanse my eyes, Goddess, of grey moments

overlaid with gold, every one

a little passing, bleeding Life, for to fill Death's

thirsting cup."

"Liberate the music from my own listless veins,

that I may once more revel

in the hum of the ancient's spinning wheel

and the solitary woodsman's lay."

"Lead me to that quarry of my dreams, where the

Chisel sings as it strikes the stone

and the Hammer beats Earth's rhythm;

where, several stars ago, I glimpsed

the beauty of darkness upon the verge of light."

"My heart would bleed words upon the vellum

of being, as a pulsing quill inscribe

gratitude for defeat and triumph, each crimson

stroke an invocation to Life,

each shadowy mark a tribute to Death."

© 2016 Blossoms and Brume, Starlight and Song

Lilium Candidum

Image source: MOONLIGHT SCENE

Artist: Pierre Jean Hellemans 
Source: www.artuk.org