Lily.

You may never be that angel

That shook me with your smile

And woke up the thousand sentinels

and contortions of the fantasy.

You may never be the sybil

Who brought home to me

The truths that  never were

Or the whisperings of a goddess

Bent on breaking promises.

Indeed you may have been

A simple temptation

That never got off ground

Fertilising the sweet memories

And the dark instincts of another age.

Alfred Grech

15.07.2020