Shadowed Poem by John Weber

Oh glorious shimmer
from my vagrant star,
bestow upon me
the fires of design
to lift me from
despair

in my stark corner,
shrouded by muted
filaments once set
to blaze the void
with resonance
profound.

What beckons me
does so impassively
in balanced measure
throbbing beyond
wobble or inherit
gravity,

tuning my pitch
onward to hurtle
past dimensions
with symmetry to
mirror divinity
borne

inside the droplet
burnished behind
each endeavor
that condenses
upon the brow of
discovery.