You who is Ignored

You are the crimson rivulets
that flow, ceaseless into great rivers.

You are the rocks in an avalanche,
that crush, helpless into dirt.

You are the colour of dancing auroras,
that awe, with silence and beauty.

You are the Eyed Hawkmoth,
that stares, unnoticed in shadow.

For you who is most Precious,
Yet most Ignored,
Is most silent-
beautiful yet helpless.

For you that looks in vain,
for the old crone we find
when it is too late,
and all turns inevitably to dead.