White Tulip

   she sits
majestic
      in her
   loveliness

pure sunshine 
   on her face, 
pure beauty

   while broken
by fierce winds, 
   our mainsails
in such tatters,

we might miss
something so
   amazing 
it can change
      our game.
  show me
something vivid
   immutably
   beautiful, 

   her face 
      in the 
morning sun