you are there in the blue breath of the breeze
in the warmth of the gilded touch of dawn

and yes on the wings of my dreams in flight
even in the pitch blackness of my nights

you are there in moments of my silence
when rhyme or reason seems to elude me
you are the most when I am not my self
when I am naught but a broken sonnet

you are the blithe essence of my being
the equation to complete a fraction
of the other self that I’ve been longing
you are beloved my equilibrium

be there still muse when i draw my last breath
and poke hoary-haired Morpheus in the eye