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.

I See With My Heart

I see a saucer of milk
skimming the treetops,
I see over a dozen twin droplets
shaken from a pair of whiskers
and my heart
stops.

I see the icicle stars
diamanté paw prints
padding across the whole sky,
I see a half-smile
soon to be a grin
and I swear I see the moon slumping
heaving a contented sigh.

I see with my heart
as well as my eyes,
maybe that’s why
tonight of all nights
the earth seems so very
alive,

if only my tongue were long enough
to drink every last sight up,
and if only I were tall enough
to reach out and give the world
a hug.