Isabel's+Original+Poems

Silence

Skeleton trees, Leafed paths. Wind whistles faint

As I softly walk. When the dead men comfort, What is silence And what, is noise?

Night falls Darkness ensnares everything Throwing the world into turmoil Nothing lights the world.

Then the moon Rises pale and full Painting the world anew A world of silver and silence.

Yet not all is basked in a silver glow,

One single black iris Lies beneath the shadow of two trees And remains untouched By the sweet glow of the moon.

What sadness is this? That one dark flower Is not lit by wonder In such a tender place.

Such is the truth of the world Not all is simple sweetness Ache touches everywhere Ever present, ever near.

And if we let it rule

It will encroach Sneaking into the innocence Night will fall And nothing will light the world ever.

If we let it, only if…

A single black iris Could become A single silver iris But only if it was held.