Blue Lily

Blue Lily

I have listened to the melody

Trying to find its source,

Somewhere deep inside of me,

Within my heart of course. 

The trail wound crooked turns

To places I had never been,

The notes were trees and ferns

In a land untouched by men, 

Where blooming in the moonlit night

A certain flower grew,

Upon a pool of silvery light,

A lily with petals blue, 

Open to the endless sky,

A stamen tongue of red,Calling out with a lonely cry,

Singing upon her bed. 

Sighing out her perfumed breath

Heavy the sweetened scent,

At the end of a winding path,

The music she had sent.