Sunrise and its gold,
a single kiss,
the sea that never tires
throwing its beauty at you,
trees scattering jewels,
stars saying their prayers
by candlelight
in their little houses—
such loveliness,
such precious coins.
You can’t say what they’re worth,
there is no measuring them
any more than the one you are,
little star among millions,
generous, infinite Talent
unburied,
mere single radiant
sun.
—November 14, 2017