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?

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Lilium Candidum

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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."

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Lilium Candidum

Image source: MOONLIGHT SCENE

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

VIOLETS II

Violets bloom
deepest lavender and white,
where lilac skies shine
the Circle's youth,
in untouched spaces
of mulberry light,
where Springtide smiles
'pon Creation's Truth.

A whisper leaps from
the Ancient Oak's heart,
this silken shiver
of mottled grey
curbs the young Year's flame,
anon to depart,
for to tread the Seasons'
sacred way.

There, twilight shines
as a god in disguise
o'er the distant, silent
faerie fort,
as dewy, scented,
iridine winds rise
into hills where
elves and sprites cavort.

Will-o'-the-wisps dance
o'er the greening marsh,
as the thawing rill
renews its song,
this full moon night,
the rook's calling falls harsh
'pon glades awaiting
Spring's trilling throng.

I bide 'neath silvered foliage
and air,
'neath branches that seek
to gate the moon,
stray beams descend
'pon my parchment and prayer,
my eyes would contain
their argent rune.

I shall rise with Dawn, 
as the hour grows bright,
when lark, thrush and robin
sing as one,
for to honour the Great Wheel's
vernal Rite,
for by violets to bow
to the Sun.

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Lilium Candidum

Image: SIGNS OF SPRING

Source: www.artmagick.com

Artist: Walter Crane

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

SPRING DAWN

A dream rests upon my window sill,

wrought of faeries' spells

and Earth's secret jewels revealed,

as an epiphany reified, 

a sacred covenant sealed,

spilling rills of blue, a sky-stained hue,

over gaily glutted, green-drunk glass 

aburst with blooming.

Nay, I shall not remain abed, this Dawn,

for each moment births a new light,

a new song that takes wing, 

soaring and diving into shadows high

and deep, as heralds of Spring.

Over thriving shoots Her laughter hovers,

Her cobalt lilt sparkling

as the storgic tones ringing through

garden and grove,

of Sun and birdsong, mother and Dawn,

engaged in mock affray,

waking all to the delights of the day,

this Day of Persephone and Blodeuwedd,

of ivory hours and violet dreams I shall

gather with abandon,

when colours wait upon the Goddess

in Nature's embrace,

the very air atremble with Spring's notes.

© 2016 Blossoms and Brume, Starlight and Song

Lilium Candidum

Image: STILL LIFE, VIOLETS

Source: www.rubylane.com

Artist: Frederick Fenetty

VIOLETS

Dawn meets the wondering Welkin;

Coral curls into Cyan,

bringing forth the Hallowed Hour

upon a heliotrope horizon 
waving lavender,

raining Elysium's incense,

the gods' own benefaction,

to Earth, this Day of purest promise.

Her violet gratitude bursts from the

woodland floor, curving into

the Great Fire's golden lance,

this conflux, a summons to Spring.

"Emerge from your chrysalis,

this Morn of brume blossoming lilac,

of breezes besprent with birchen balm!"

A froth of blue wafts over greening

ground, shades of wistful silver

lingering where spirits gathered by

violet buds and Moon,

honouring the Eternal Circle

beside the Hours, for such, before birth,

know their immensest unrest.

Some obscure force buried deep in my

racial memory bends my knee

to the soil in reverent observance of a

ritual as old as Time,

to the dust from which I sprang,

to the Mother who sustains vessels

and souls alike.

Aye, this Violet Hour of grace casts Life

and Light into every kernel,

bidding sacred forces flow with Creation,

from birth into blessed rebirth.

Her triumphal hues shall live in my eyes,

these tints of a nameless power

more enduring than love

that binds me to The Great Wheel.

© 2016 Blossoms and Brume, Starlight and Song

Lilium Candidum

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