Augurs of Experience

Silver whorls locked in future time,
Trace the tree of lilac-blossom ancestry:
Falling down the ages like quick lime,
Into a darkly pit of broken family.

Lost through time, apple-mead scents,
Burning narcissus, now black embers.
An iron grate, lost to sense,
Whitened soul, poison, remembers.

Break the willow, morning gardenia,
Sent to a green paradise, circled by stones.
Chestnut pink candles mirror verbena,
Reflecting lights of aged moans.

Moonchild brighter than spangled heaven,
Starry-night prism shatters,
Cradle's kernel is lucky seven,
A new light beckons, a demon scatters.