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.