Lilies

The path to the sky is one lined with white lilies.

The path to the sky is one lined with white lilies,

flowers so pale their countenance recalls something

beyond the life they so vibrantly bloom.

In this ironic transcendence of the binary logic

structuring this world, the lilies,

their paradoxical pristineness

singularly selected,

were rendered the structure of bridges between

this and that beyond,

linking this and those not thereof.

Alongside their images danced the intangible tangibles,

those we knew and know and who we could no longer feel.

Alongside their images burned characters and tales

whose quality would remain unseen, maybe perfectly so.

For many, the lily was a symbol of beauty. For others, it remained one of distinct sadness. For others yet, it remained a reminder of things yet to arrive and things past,

things past,

past,

past, until they finally came

crashing

and reappeared mercilessly and

fluidly.