" In Her Shine, darkly..."

By dark light I determined her Shine
By evenings light
And firefly's
And the sparkling, of her shyness
Where silver slumber
Is not fantasized, or forgotten
Her dreams are there
Where Antonius, in a letter
Dared compare her lovely countenance
To the light of day
Where the children play
In the fertility, of her Shine
Which
At day's end
Lit the night........

Her Shine, is as a summers morn
Where buttercups and
Busy bees
Conspiring
In summers breeze, leads the way
Into her shyness
And the love that shines
From her innocence
Where true Love
Is born
And IS, the metamorphosis
That turns night
Into day.......

For: Cherie  ( my Shine )

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)