Apotheosis - time to find a rhyme! Poem by Dèr Mouw

Sunward the water-lilies turn their eyes,

childlike, like angels done by Raphael;

in grey sludge and wide dusks retained, there dwell

those for whom death did painlessness devise.

And should a lightning storm’s induced osmosis

suck up the lake, the dead will all stand there

in clear blue columns: empty orbits stare

above their grin at grim apotheosis.

To Brahman’s sunlight my thoughts strive to flower;

dusks that rose coolly from the soul’s deep bower

made pain at broken wishes cease to taunt me:

from limbo’s grey a gust of memory

whirls up the past when in a flash I see –

they resurrect; dead wishes come to haunt me.