I am a gesture of hers,

she makes me into all I am.

Each work, each impulse, all are what she would have me do.

I rise, as does the sun, at her bidding

when she tires of us we go, I to sleep and him to set

to enable her sleep in peace, to satisfy her dreams.



I am all she wishes, no less, no more

When she no longer needs us we will sleep for evermore.