Calla Lily framed

Sanctum of Color

Within this bloom, a quiet temple grows,
Where hues like prayers ascend on silent breath—
A cobalt psalm, a blush in saffron throes,
Each petal shaped by time, desire, and death.

The lilies lean like sentinels of dusk,
Their stems entwined in green cathedral light—
A hush of violet, incense rich as musk,
Burnt umber fading into solemn night.

No voice is raised; the silence sings instead—
A hymn of flame, of dusk, of tender bloom,
Their grace not spoken but divinely spread
Across the frame—a votive at its tomb.

So let them stand, where reverence takes root,
And beauty dwells in luminous pursuit.