The Lilies

Let my hand tremble in the light. Am I whole, shaking in this warmth that shadows out of the darkness? Have I looked upon the shadows and longed for its silenced cold? Have I left the garden of life’s valleys, to enter the world of thickened air and false horizons? Where have all my lovely lilies gone, if not scattered through the darkness by the wind? The petals that carried my dreams and hopes, have they been swallowed by the fitful wisher? No; I have moved my eyes, and let them fall to the grounds of the shadows in the alley, always within my reach, but my stilled hand will never grasp them in the cold. Let them root in the shadows of my mind’s alley – sinking into the cracks of the stones I have placed, to grow like weeds among the walls of my reality.