You Are.

Some lay poetry...

You are the gold that puts gold to shame
You are the postman that finally came.
You are the whisper whispering my name

You are an underwater dance of grace,
You are the dreamy look on my face.

You are a brightening moon in a fading August sky,
You are exactly and definitely why,
You are the jealous breeze, beckoning me aside.

You are a fire waiting to catch
(You are the spark and the match).

You are the feast that breaks the fast
You are first and second and infinite last
You are the Spring rain, greening the grass.

You are a moment between two perfect notes,
You are a trustworthy boat, always a-float.

You are the fistful of flowers in my sweaty hand
You are a crashing crescendo of the marching band,
You are - surely, surely - my distant Promised Land.

You are an open hand for a dance,
You are my two-hundred-and-twenty-second chance.

You are the holding fibers between atoms half-crazed
You are the centre of every maze
You are the certainty that dawn will blaze.

You are the only treasure worth the keep
And you are the dark that is lulling me to sleep.

(Other Poetry Here)