Tulipa

Fill the loneliness

of the clock’s unforgiving minutes

with mounting truths,

vehemently proclaiming

the dead calm static of this hour.

Omniscient, time's narration

as it aches to concede,

always another beginning,

addressing the soul’s equilibrium,

with tremendous cadence,

so that it may undergo, once again,

what it is born to bare.

Beating it down

to established dimensions.

 Telling it, it is needed.

. . . . .

Redemption given,

in this strange late hour.

Taste it.

Taste it again –

your name.

An enduring gift

to the soul

of who you are.