Self Illumination


Sometimes, beauty springs
forth like a bud-
… and in love with the Sun.

You shine.
I grow.

And all this time
cloud, yet still…
You’ve shown through…
And none diminished,
for that in between.

So bright you are and forever have been.


A clockwork dynamo of ineluctable purpose.
With only a single aim in mind

…. Shine!


© Terry James Williams, 2015

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