You Are Everything

You are everything beautiful to me,

the first break of sunrise
staining the world gold,

the overwhelming perfume of spring flowers
infecting the air we breathe,

the moon on a silent night
releasing all the love in your heart.

You are everything real to me,

the effortless swing
of a swift in full flight,

the rumbling ache
of a thunderstorm gathering pace,

the scorching heat
of a piercing summer sky.

You are everything true to me,

a rose in bud, blooming such a scarlet red
it could rival the desert sun,

a tree in blossom, glowing such a candyfloss pink
you can almost taste the sugar on your tongue,

a bird in song, bursting such a joyful chorus
it can’t help but bring a smile to your face.

You are everything to me,

everything beautiful,
everything real,
everything true,

from here
to the ends of the earth,

to the furthest star
in the remotest galaxy,

doesn’t even come close
to how far my love
stretches for you.

Thank you for being all you are
and all you can be,

thank you for being
everything to me.

Moonstruck

I stare, awe-struck
wondering if you can hear
my trembling heartbeat
beating faster and faster in my chest,

I dare not
breathe you in all at once
for I fear if I drink you up now
there won’t be any of you left tomorrow. . .

Looking at you
is like viewing the world
in black and white;

opulent white
instead of a trembling blue
husky grey
instead of a raw green,

making a patchwork map
you are the earth
in monochrome.

When I hold up my hand
and spread my palm wide
you fit snugly
in the centre

like a coin
a ten pence piece
which has been flipped
and landed, seemingly random
but almost perfectly so.

You are the reason
people get cricked necks,
you lift the head
as hope lifts the soul,

your craters and dents
like ribs on a skeleton
your sleek flesh stretched across
to within an inch of their lives.

Your heart sends a beam
out amongst the stars,

it’s the light
at the end of the tunnel,
the breath of relief
in the mournful, winter nights,

you are the stopper
to our eternal sighs,
may one day you burst forth
and flood the whole skies.