She glides across the sky at dawn
To come light up my night with her golden glimmer
Her nourising words heal my hurt
As the warm stanzas wrap around my heart

I love the way she sculpts the words
Carving me poetic wings
We mound the winds and chase after happiness
Across the early morning sky

One day I hope
My verses will find her lyrical womb
And make her pregnant with a dozen suns
To rein over the dark realms forevermore