A Tulip

a
tulip
caught
my gaze
untrapped
in its brilliance
inviting to glimpse
yet linger not beyond
this moment's delicate split
where a sacred spectrum sounds
in higher octave against the setting sun
resounding fresher cycles not as yet imagined
in a vibrant promise silhouetted against its beams
reflecting ages paling as they bow in graceful genuflection
to times more vibrant that never can occlude the shine
of a single purple flower so unswerving and stalwart
caught firm yet gentle in my own heartfelt gaze
unfettered in this precious instant's pull
of fervent purple promise held fast
and clear in my beaming iris
as this image of a tulip
so radiant against
the setting sun
is opening
a smile
into
me