Lillies

I noticed that
 even in death
 lilies held beauty,
 arched to one side,
 white petals
 glistened in the light

There were poems
 in their drooping folds.
 I reached into a void.
 They cascaded
 onto my fingers,
 draping velum
 across my hands.

Words seeped
 into my skin
 filling my veins,
 they flooded my form.
 A thousand sighs of awe
 fell from my lips.

In wonder I wandered
 fretless into a
 glowing night,
 a flush of bumps
 migrate over my body
 I shivered anticipation.

Cool summer air
 brushed my face
 as I turned
 to a bright sky
 whose full glowing disc
 haunted my eyes
 with flickering glory

I closed my eyelids
 as I found the poems
 suddenly lodged
 in my throat.
 They spilled
 from my mouth
 and gushed
 over a silent
 empty field.

I stood still
 for moments,
 maybe hours,
 eyes shut,
 lips moving,
 mind unpeeling.

Opening my eyes
 in the witching hour
 I had finally
 become free of words
 and in astonishment
 discovered that
 even in death
 lilies had found
 lustre in the
 long grass.

Through me
 they had floated free
 into another blush
 inspiring the hopeless
 with the gift
 of a night in word.

Now eternally flowering
 they will forever
 curl their leaves
 within my rhyme.

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