There is something bright about you.
Something no heavenly body, star,
blaze comet could deny.
There is light about you;
searing ray of wonderkind going by.
There is something,
of the absurd
In a blink, I see you in a word:
That is you.
Defying gravity, bending
the treetops down to greet you
there is something
that I haven’t got the prose for.