she is so natural to me that i could no more
take her off than put her on again.
she is the breath for me and i do well to note
her giving so knitted to my living.
you've trodden a path
across the field of my emotions.
like my favourite clothes
i am slow to take you off
and quick to reach for you
in the first light.
and it's like those stories i like to tell
you are often and easily on my lips
and it's like those places i know so well,
i love to linger and wander
in your familiar streets.
and as the climb comes to an end
you're the welcome view,
that rushes on my vision.
and as the dusk comes,
knocking on day's door,
you are the breeze that brings me freshness.