Black Orchid Poem by Barry Middleton

I heard black orchids don't exist,
I only nod and smile,
for I have seen this rarest bloom,
this daughter of the Nile.

The odyssey of life fulfilled,
I'll not disturb her place,
for all of life I only sought
to just behold her grace.

No such orchid experts say...
A quest beyond our sight...
but soft as velvet this I know,
she surely blooms by night.

In my dreams the orchid wakes,
remote and raven flower,
the comfort of the journey's end
perfumes the midnight hour.