Summer Iris

I lie imprisoned within my own Walls, Yet before me unfolds the silken white petals Of ethereal rest. Emerging before me, the spectacle stands Like the salutation of an aurora borealis Scudding across a cold northern land. Bending before me in arching silence, Translucent caverns of luminosity Turn in the halo of late summer light. Radiance reflects off early morning dew Like brilliant shocks of lightning unleashed, Bestowing upon me a retinal dance. Undulations of refracting light Awaken in me a healing release That removes the black shrouds Of pain held within. Oh tender white temple, appease my soul. Like an aria of light emanating from within, The face of a summer iris greets me as a friend. White songs lie embraced In a sea of citron Evoking a rest and release for the soul. The darkness then lifts with a gentle exhale, In the balm of the rising of a sweet sultry breeze.