Rozaleah's Song

There is a shadowed stillness in her sadness; A pale blue promise Whose time has passed. She does not dare so fiercely now, the caring - Reaching instead to Galaxies Past imagining... There is a voice beyond sound in the gray mist Singing its own lament. She will always stand Backed against the last wall left; The rage not quite so red, But tempered with a passage of time Spent forgotten And melting into questions Of direction... To find that sheltered place... To claim her passage Hard fought within the asylum: Fifth Planet from a different sun Of another Empire In another Star System. Some of many would call her crazy; She would call them blind And refuse to cry Within her silent self restraints... Then build a Jadite pryamid to stand upon And wonder why Just "why"... In the living, still dark aftermath Of fragile pictures etched in rain.... And Rozaleah's song...