Lykren
03-20-2013, 10:23 PM
A light hidden in darkness
becomes a spare introduction,
an incantation to desire
that flows up and curls about
the dress of the lily, pale in the night
starred with pistils, and the liquid iris
of the moon beached along their shore.
Leafs of the wind come
like slight brushes of a hand
from the bruised sky;
but what all illumination cannot reveal
is the weakness of the marrow,
or the pure, clear emptiness
of the sky.
becomes a spare introduction,
an incantation to desire
that flows up and curls about
the dress of the lily, pale in the night
starred with pistils, and the liquid iris
of the moon beached along their shore.
Leafs of the wind come
like slight brushes of a hand
from the bruised sky;
but what all illumination cannot reveal
is the weakness of the marrow,
or the pure, clear emptiness
of the sky.