though you are faster than me,
I find beauty in the slowness I embrace
you tell me we are only strong when
the winds are weak

and you caution
occasionally the sun burns too bright,
and his brilliance is frequently obscured
but you tend to shed light through
your prism, despite lacking shameless retrograde

you say what lies beneath the ground
is deceitful, and o Rose, you are planted in it
and then I saw a peculiar violet light

-c.j.