Of Night Lilies

The stars are night lilies,

Plucked by a little girl with rosebuds in her hair,

And summer in her eyes.

And thrown up to domes of the heavens,

Paradise, Arcadia

Elysium

Summerland.

 

June’s moon is a gondola,

A silver smile in the sky,

As it sails to forever,

Sighing endless songs,

Songs that murmur, lull and dip

The whispers of fading lullaby.

The ocean unfurls her cobalt petals and holds my vessel close

Perhaps I could slumber in this cradle mine

Let the waves wash me away

 

Sleep...sleep

 

When I close my eyes,

I can feel the stars all around me

I can see the midnight sky beneath,

I want to reach down and pluck up

One of those night lilies

But those lilies, those wishes

So delicate and fragile, they

Shatter

And break

Through my hands.

 

And they fly

 

Fly...fly...

 

The stars, they fly,

Across the arches of that dreamworld,

Up there, up high;

I’ll never truly awake when I step away from my little ship

And let the rosebuds fall from my hair,

But to catch a lily, a wish

And hold it to my heart - I must,

Step onto the silver smile of June,

And sing to summer lullabies again.

Let the gondola moon that soars to my stars,

Soar me to my Shangri-la.

Author's Note

constructive critisicm appreciated! :D

Reviews

[Maan]

I really like the idea of the poem and the name suits it perfectly. I've read a lot of this sort but still it has something unique of its own. The whole calmness and humbleness of imaginary and words are wonderful. The pattern kept still throughout which makes it more exquisite. You have done perfect justice to stars :) and to your imaginations. Good work. This poem is purely poet's thoughts, no one can say a word against it because it can't match any other mind at all. Keep up the good work.