Analysis of Perception of Silence

What does it say when the thorn on the rose bites the hand?
When the chocolate cosmos which blooms covers a massive forest of land?
Where is the smile, or the remnants of hope, love, and dreams, is it beyond reach?
Or hiding in the rough of space it seems,
Who is the body of hope but is covered in the nature of affection?
Why is the time of the essence, when the true concept of time itself is beyond inception?

Innate capture of essence is one beyond understanding,
Reacting to the who, what, when, where, and now is commanding,
Understanding of life may be beyond what the story can tell,
Is it worth love?  Is it worth a hope? Only your voice can chandelle.