The Black Rose

Written by: Ken Hall

What shadows hide 
your dreaming petals?
Ebony srtains, pure
blackness never seen.
You Pimpernel rose 
will elusive 
be your name.
Entwined with brothers white
so many hearts 
to flutter.
A dream of Martin
Luther king
love seeps 
in roots together.
An emblem for embrace.
The African star
will not suffice,
to buy your knotted gait.
But to see your wonder
afore I die,
I hope natures 
not too late.