Ascending

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Pallid mountains surface

from the depths of silver oceans

Colorless rainbows blur in pieces

of faded skies

a haze of lilac blankets the planet

hidden from the ozone

Crescent moons stand still

And frozen stars wait

A Black Sun shimmers

rippling the Shadow World

The girl of yellow ashes

Drifting between memories

Of a golden sky

Listens as charcoal forests rise

And Shadows ascend to the ozone

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11 thoughts on “Ascending

  1. Amazingly beautiful! This poem leaves me breathless, and now I have read it three times!! WOW! it’s incredible! I adore it!

  2. Your poem and use of color words and such reminds me of the poem “The Lark Ascending” by George Meredith. I’m not sure where I read it, I don’t remember ever reading it, the title just came to me as I was reading your poem, and in reading it, it struck me that I’ve read it before. Weird, as it would have to have been before last year, which is weird as I didn’t start reading other people’s poetry until 2013. It feels like I’ve read it more recently though, like in a dream or something, which is impossible unless I really did read it years ago and it returned to memory while I slept. Maybe I read it in an English class in high school or something. *shrugs* Anyways, I love your poem Lily, and hope you appreciate this guy’s poem and the similarities 🙂

    “The Lark Ascending”
    by George Meredith (1828–1909)

    He rises and begins to round,
    He drops the silver chain of sound
    Of many links without a break,
    In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake,
    All intervolv’d and spreading wide, 5
    Like water-dimples down a tide
    Where ripple ripple overcurls
    And eddy into eddy whirls;
    A press of hurried notes that run
    So fleet they scarce are more than one, 10
    Yet changingly the trills repeat
    And linger ringing while they fleet,
    Sweet to the quick o’ the ear, and dear
    To her beyond the handmaid ear,
    Who sits beside our inner springs, 15
    Too often dry for this he brings,
    Which seems the very jet of earth
    At sight of sun, her musci’s mirth,
    As up he wings the spiral stair,
    A song of light, and pierces air 20
    With fountain ardor, fountain play,
    To reach the shining tops of day,
    And drink in everything discern’d
    An ecstasy to music turn’d,
    Impell’d by what his happy bill 25
    Disperses; drinking, showering still,
    Unthinking save that he may give
    His voice the outlet, there to live
    Renew’d in endless notes of glee,
    So thirsty of his voice is he, 30
    For all to hear and all to know
    That he is joy, awake, aglow,
    The tumult of the heart to hear
    Through pureness filter’d crystal-clear,
    And know the pleasure sprinkled bright 35
    By simple singing of delight,
    Shrill, irreflective, unrestrain’d,
    Rapt, ringing, on the jet sustain’d
    Without a break, without a fall,
    Sweet-silvery, sheer lyrical, 40
    Perennial, quavering up the chord
    Like myriad dews of sunny sward
    That trembling into fulness shine,
    And sparkle dropping argentine;
    Such wooing as the ear receives 45
    From zephyr caught in choric leaves
    Of aspens when their chattering net
    Is flush’d to white with shivers wet;
    And such the water-spirit’s chime
    On mountain heights in morning’s prime, 50
    Too freshly sweet to seem excess,
    Too animate to need a stress;
    But wider over many heads
    The starry voice ascending spreads,
    Awakening, as it waxes thin, 55
    The best in us to him akin;
    And every face to watch him rais’d,
    Puts on the light of children prais’d,
    So rich our human pleasure ripes
    When sweetness on sincereness pipes, 60
    Though nought be promis’d from the seas,
    But only a soft-ruffling breeze
    Sweep glittering on a still content,
    Serenity in ravishment.

    For singing till his heaven fills, 65
    ’T is love of earth that he instils,
    And ever winging up and up,
    Our valley is his golden cup,
    And he the wine which overflows
    To lift us with him as he goes: 70
    The woods and brooks, the sheep and kine
    He is, the hills, the human line,
    The meadows green, the fallows brown,
    The dreams of labor in the town;
    He sings the sap, the quicken’d veins; 75
    The wedding song of sun and rains
    He is, the dance of children, thanks
    Of sowers, shout of primrose-banks,
    And eye of violets while they breathe;
    All these the circling song will wreathe, 80
    And you shall hear the herb and tree,
    The better heart of men shall see,
    Shall feel celestially, as long
    As you crave nothing save the song.
    Was never voice of ours could say 85
    Our inmost in the sweetest way,
    Like yonder voice aloft, and link
    All hearers in the song they drink:
    Our wisdom speaks from failing blood,
    Our passion is too full in flood, 90
    We want the key of his wild note
    Of truthful in a tuneful throat,
    The song seraphically free
    Of taint of personality,
    So pure that it salutes the suns 95
    The voice of one for millions,
    In whom the millions rejoice
    For giving their one spirit voice.

    Yet men have we, whom we revere,
    Now names, and men still housing here, 100
    Whose lives, by many a battle-dint
    Defaced, and grinding wheels on flint,
    Yield substance, though they sing not, sweet
    For song our highest heaven to greet:
    Whom heavenly singing gives us new, 105
    Enspheres them brilliant in our blue,
    From firmest base to farthest leap,
    Because their love of Earth is deep,
    And they are warriors in accord
    With life to serve and pass reward, 110
    So touching purest and so heard
    In the brain’s reflex of yon bird;
    Wherefore their soul in me, or mine,
    Through self-forgetfulness divine,
    In them, that song aloft maintains, 115
    To fill the sky and thrill the plains
    With showerings drawn from human stores,
    As he to silence nearer soars,
    Extends the world at wings and dome,
    More spacious making more our home, 120
    Till lost on his aërial rings
    In light, and then the fancy sings.

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