Sometimes, beauty springs
forth like a bud-
Geometric
… 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.
Steadfast.
A clockwork dynamo of ineluctable purpose.
With only a single aim in mind
…. Shine!
—
© Terry James Williams, 2015