easter lily
A nod to the mystics
Listen to my recitation here:
The air is thick with perfume
Where the Easter lilies bloom
And my head has grown quite dizzy
From the Light within this room
I had grown accustomed to the darkness
Uncertainty my cloak
And now I am rendered speechless
Words stick within my throat
There’s no word to describe the power
Coursing through my veins
Its like my soul’s on fire
But my mind can’t feel the pain
It’s an other worldly recollection
From a time I can’t recall
Before the snake and apple tale
Before the mighty fall
And the more I try articulation
The more the light does fade
And I become the sun-soaked lily
Creating my own shade