Lily Of The Night Poem by Michael Spinelli

Lily Of The Night



Lily of the Night


We walked
out of the sun,
into the moon’s sparse beams.
I felt a chill on my fair skin.

Darkness.
Lilies glistened
in the frigid moonlight.
Unafraid of being too white.

Voices.
Incantations
above the cricket hiss.
Chanting rhythms never uttered

Naked.
Virginal Bliss.
Chaste and pure in thought.
Chaste and pure in every action.

Silence
Fills every breath.
Until even breathing
becomes booming thunder to me.

Silence
is all that’s left.
The lilies strain to hear
susurruses through blackest fear.

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