Wingless Lily Of The Valley Poem by Edith Niemeyer

Wingless Lily of the Valley

[Verse 1]
She walks where moonlight touches stone,
Yet never walks the path alone.
Willow whispers brush her hair,
Like wings that once were waiting there.

Little bells of ivory white
Bow their heads beneath the night.
She gathers what the silence leaves—
A thousand dreams beneath the trees.

[Pre-Chorus]
No wings upon her shoulders lie,
Still something in her learns to fly.
Not from earth, not far above—
But through the things she learned to love.

[Chorus]
Wingless Lily of the Valley,
Where the moon meets mountains tall,
She doesn't need the sky to carry
What was never meant to fall.

Through the willows, through the shadows,
Past the lantern's fading glow,
Wingless Lily of the Valley—
There's still somewhere left to go.

[Verse 2]
Deepest purple sweeps the ground,
Trailing little stars around.
And in her hands the lilies stay,
Small white lanterns light her way.

She wears remembrance in her eyes;
Not every tear must mean goodbye.
Some become the river's gleam,
Some find their way into a dream.

[Pre-Chorus]
No wings upon her shoulders lie,
Still something in her learns to fly.
Every sorrow, every scar
Has carried her this very far.

[Chorus]
Wingless Lily of the Valley,
Where the moon meets mountains tall,
She doesn't need the sky to carry
What was never meant to fall.

Through the willows, through the shadows,
Past the lantern's fading glow,
Wingless Lily of the Valley—
There's still somewhere left to go.

[Bridge]
Perhaps her wings were never lost.
Perhaps they only changed their form—
Into willow boughs above her,
Into shelter from the storm.

Into every bell that trembles,
Every footstep yet to be.
Perhaps the wingless learn a secret:

Flight is more than leaving.
Flight is learning to be free.

[Final Chorus]
Wingless Lily of the Valley,
Walk your moonlit pathway slow.
Let the mountains keep their secrets;
Let the quiet waters know.

You need no wings to cross tomorrow,
No distant sky to bear your soul.
Wingless Lily of the Valley—
You were never less than whole.

[Outro]
And somewhere past the lantern light,
Where future touches yesterday,
A little lily bows its head...

The willow whispers overhead...

And wingless,
still she finds her way.