Snowflakes Melting Before the Diadem
"Snowflakes Melting before the Diadem"
Winter is coming
and what then?
the dreams frozen
snowflakes falling
we succomb
tongues out waiting
for manna,
pills swallowed
for the diadem
needles of pine
instead of thorns
bedded,
the sweet sleep
is coming,
slowly it cajoles
swiftly it comes
the folded corners
sheets tucked in
the safety barrs
raised, just so,
the corridors
their watching
starched stations
14 in all,
busy with purpose
soft shoe assassins
monitoring our nights,
our energy pulses,
just like veiled brides
more like blue nuns
we sing the
song of souls
like a poet overcome
like a poet finding
new love
bare feet we rise
from our shells
to speak to our
strange astral God
we are now
zephyr
contained as one
some of us
take our time
falling
we are
snowflakes
melting in the Sun
melting
on the lips and
brows of others
we are ghosts
holy and unholy
felt and spoken
some of us
take our time
falling
we sink
into the lips,
and tongues,
the brows
and skin of others
we are
snowflakes
melting
in the Sun
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
via lucis
“It is a song composed by contemplation,
And published by silence,
And shunned by clamor,
And folded by truth,
And repeated by dreams,
And understood by love,
And hidden by awakening,
And sung by the soul.
It is the song of love;
What Cain or Esau could sing it?”
pine. noun.
pine. verb.
stations.
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2023
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