you are to me
the ever crashing falls of water
pouring down on my cold skin
smoothing away the flecks of dirt
and time that have rested on me so long.
you are to me
the breaking of morning
when light and sound and earth
become alive again,
reminding me of the promise of tomorrow.
you are to me
the ink well of my dreams
laying supply to my words
and my thoughts,
allowing me a way to breath
not so heavy and clouded in unsorted lines.
you are to me
the muse of a great artist
warning me in the flame and heat
of your touch as you pull me
as you push me to make more than i can.
you are to me
the very beginning and the end
that come and play outside of time
in the forever of my love
always, in my heart.
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