Raindrops fall
As a storm arises overhead
Each landing upon your scarlet petals
Consuming the still sinking sunset
Each drop a shadow of light
A light of solemnity
Rays of gentle beauty
Gracing your velvet hands
You are a rare flower
Blooming in the still moonlight
A soft breeze rustling your leaves
Emerald apparel on a soft curve
Your lips
Curiously kept still
Winds prevailing not
Failing to move them
Listen though to the flowers around
Hear them speak their gentle words
Their insights and psalms
Prayers of pure poetry
They fall upon deaf ears
Carried away on torrential silence
Floating upon seaward clouds
Entangled in the sky
They rain upon your scarlet petals
Gently touch your velvet hands
Sink into your open mouth
Slowly drowning out the silence.
Moonlit Poetry 