The Lily's Pall

While the mourners’ wails
Echo through the wind’s howls
Inconsolable voices rising from the shore
Taller peaks than the roaring waves
Consuming all in their unchangeable fate

The lily stands pale and white
Starkly against the morbid hues
Of the deal of death dealt out by life
Creeping icily up; freezing even fright.

The lily stands
Pale and white
Nobility or loss of sense
It’s hard to define.
My eyes dwell upon her loving gaze
That looks out over yonder haze.
Unsmiling yet in perfect peace
At the very rocks where
Her life ceased to breathe.
My own heart then skips a beat
Is this how life comes to be?

The lily stands there
Pala and white
As though in wait of a glorious fate
A life among the highest highs
Or as lovers great; a life denied.