Shiny shine

 Milk on the turnmidnight history mufflesowl’s cry: narcissus pulsingthrough dull earth to releasebirthday colour. I’ve become muted: afraidof the shine shine glitterhidden here as timebrushes messageson parched skin. Pacing corridoralways waiting forsun - skim star-burnimpatient of humdrumyearning magnificence. Milk on the turngarden hovers  to unfurlblossom of spring: new joypulsates at the click click clunkof the white sea gate.