Shades of White
By Tulsa Eclise
Eyelashes of crystal,
Fingers of cold.
A stillness so perfect,
A sunlight of gold.
Though nothing lives,
There's beauty here.
Untouched perfection,
A hint of fear.
Each day passes,
Like the rest.
There are many secrets,
A hidden chest.
The quiet here,
Is deafening.
There's nothing, save stillness,
And no birds sing.
Almost comforting,
These perfect brights.
I stand and look around me,
At the Shades of White.
