Rondeau for Rhonda

Because you are a wondrous light
that plays with shadows as one might
expect in some jeweled diadem,
I look above your slender stem
to seek some blossom, brilliant white:
but still incapable of flight,
my gaze cannot achieve that height.
Don’t think that you are not a gem,
because you are.

Dull days and nights grow sparkling bright
and smoldering embers re-ignite
in brilliances that find mayhem
in hardened sparks defining them.
They want to be you, but cannot, quite —
because you are.


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