Loss

I suppose there was truth when Calpurnia said:
"The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes."

For as I stare out my window,
Glancing at heaven above and ground below,
I see white lilies mourn the loss of a kind soul from this world,
And the mighty heavens themselves stand in shame at their helplessness.

On this day
A great and kindly spirit was robbed from this Earth,
Far too early, sooner than one would anticipate,

And simply...
That.

That spirit has left this Earth, and left us mortals in its wake
As fleeting as the picture captured
With these gifts called memories.

-Desdemona

Lilium – Sweet Lily

Sweet lilium,
Thy ghostly pallor paired with thine emerald stem,
Reaching for golden sunlight to bask thy head,
Symbol of rebirth, and of death.

At the feet of the Madonna thou art placed,
Purity of the soul returned to Heaven’s embrace,
Flush with life, forever in graceful sway,

Sweet lilium, now in decay.

– Maya Desdemona

Lured By Promises

Come on in,
Dip your toes in this-

Though I can't promise that the water will always be fine
In this tumultuous sea,
I will be your net,
Your safety boat,
Your clamouring hand
That reaches the shore,
That life-guard's vest
With a red whistle to blow
A calm embrace,
A caress to the face,
But while this siren says...
Your drowning I cannot replace.

– Maya Desdemona

The Real Monsters Remain

Fret not, little child,
The monsters under your bed are long gone,
The next monsters you must fear
Lurk within the minds of men.

It enslaves their heart,
And lives off their soul,
Construing their figures beyond recognition.
Turning them into a shell of their former person.

Fret not, little child,
Such monsters are a part of life,
They live within us all and live all too well,
For why else would poets of old admire your innocence,
Your childlike wonder, lost to the seas of time?

– Maya Desdemona