Keith Robson Poet Rhyme

Such An Innocent Image

The winds softly mourned
And were quiet again, 
Before evening’s silk shadows
Crept in through the rain,
Yet although darkness danced
In it’s own special way,
Still the corners of dawn
Sought the whispering day.


The air cried once more
From it’s mist laden eyes,
Like a midnight procession
Of who’s and of whys
That were answers to some
And yet not to the rest,
Though to know the unknown
Is the ultimate test.


The moon folded its arms
In its old fashioned style,
 Then decided to talk
To the stars for a while,
About joining the dots
In the puzzle of life,
And creating the love
Of a man for his wife.


As the hours filed past
For a look at their child
Such an innocent image
Of life as it smiled,
And the child chattered on
Like the prayers in its eyes
It was yet to be Christened
With mankind’s surprise…

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