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Sunday, May 15, 2011

Sword and Lily



SWORD AND LILY 

Walls crumble with a thought
Divisions become mist
Distant pathways lost today and yesterday
Sword and lily stride between
A multitude of doors are sealed 

The forgotten corridors remain empty
Firm footsteps echo an unknown road
Decisions forge crossroads in the middle of nowhere
Remove one brick and see a future
Remove another and see nothing 

Worlds revolve around worlds
A multitude of bridges span the distance
Stairways lead to the landing underneath memories
Everything leads to nowhere
Nowhere the destination

Two ladies stand face to face with lilies in their hair
Each one smiles not knowing the other has a reflection
The shattered mirror reflects a thousand smiles
A thousand lilies fall to the grass
A fire spreads across the ocean

Two kings standing back to back with braided beard
Two swords held high in combative ignorance
The rope strains to the point of breaking
The strands of civility unravel
The anchor falls crashing down 

The waves wash up against a door frame standing alone
Glimpses of green promises call across the threshold
The wet portal beckons
A singular flower on the doorstep begs attention
Its imaginary petals bend perception 

Sword and lily stare at one another intently
The battle for the summer wind bends banners
The green grass sways in agitation
The full leaves quiver on their branches
The very roots tremble with expectation 

The sword and lily dance eternal
Soft petal against cold steel
Each looking for a crack in the armour
A clash of light that burns the world
The spectators still with bated breath 

Tomorrow stops to take a moment
Today marches in time with the wound clock
The gears turning slowly
The pendulum moves between decisions
The cuckoo decides the hour