It Burns, Brightly

It burns Brighter, fiercer, nuclear With effulgent incandescence But only when untended or denied the expected trajectory For there is beauty in this A Glorious Thing indeed The rarest of things truly But to wilfully deny it? There is beauty in this The question unanswered The Troth not Plied The step not taken The tone: implicit There is beauty in this Why not the unfulfilled The peak uncrossed? No less intrepid The solemn solitary longing For the possibilities Unexplored... Yes, there is beauty in this Untainted by banality Never familiar enough to let fester the insouciance we know so well No sordid, covert assignations and all that they entail Oh there is beauty in this freedom to plough the fallow furrow In spite of interdiction the splendour grows each time connection recurs. This is the wonder! Yes, there is beauty in this Can this clock be run down until it's a thing out of time? Of course, there is the possibility of regret - The train not caught The Nettle not grabbed - But There is beauty in this