You are

the sunrise

to my

morning

every

morning,



the bringer

to light

and warmth

and the

vanquisher

of shadow

dreams.



you are

the gate

keeper

to all

that lies

inside you,



and I the

pauper

that stands

before your

gate.


one hand

open for

your generosity

of caring,


one hand

open for

you to

touch

my fate.


in these

distant

times when

we walk

on separate

paths


that still

somehow

have

brought

us here,


to this

place

this understanding,


that we

are so

much

more together


than we

could ever

be apart.