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.
Copyright © Ruby Brown | Year Posted 2009
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