Eros bids me illustrate
the arum lilies
these white-bloomed Zantedeschia
of golden spadix, shimmering
in green leaves pointing to the sky…
the laughing god of Love placed my hand in his
his laughter echoing to the heavens
for on my page the Sleeper dreams within a field
of lilies white, and spadices gold…
eyes closed against the mask of Eros
‘Look’ cried he ‘Awake! awake!’
‘Draw me’ the god commands, and in my hand he placed
a spadix of another kind.
‘The way to Heaven and My Father, is my way’ says he
his voice fading, mingling with
the music of Heaven
so on waking the words floated like motes of gold
and I beheld his emissary
who, floating from my page, appeared
with the gift from Eros.
This emissary of Eros paints Heaven
as a glorious black realm
the golden motes of God leading the eye
within to meld with
the substance of the Kingdom.
For he leads me to the kingdom of Hades and
Persephone, where grow black lilies,
then with the song he sings took my hand
to follow the golden motes.
Black lilies, into whose velvet curves
I fall, to meet the Queen of Hades.
Hades – the place of contemplation
across the Styx, River of Forgetfulness.
We die to this world to be reborn
in Elyssian fields of the mind… of spirit…
Black is all colour, is night,
ebony, obsidian, jet, ink, panther …
Black lilies – which adorn the chambers of
Where even here, float the motes of gold
carrying within them, the messages from God
to be a guide in the darkness
on the return to Light.