Iris

Written by: Chris Roe

Departure,
You farewell exodus;
And deter
You dashing aegis
For through the night,
You rest ageless,
And upon the light,
You mourn sage less.
 
Portentous
Is the prowess,
And act less
Is the iris –
 
For the sound of sight
Turns and thus,
Is the crown of fright
Mind and trust.
 
The iris is the kingdom,
Wisdom of welcome
Precious and seldom,
The hunter of fathom.
 
For it is sight,
And welcome night
Keeper of light –
The wonder invite.