Were I with you every day
I would rest in your arms
Stare up, a moonstruck hare
At a slow eclipse of hours

Were I with you every day
Soft luxury of tender touch
Prevaricate in velvet stillness
Under long clouds, long sighs

Were I with you every day
Wrapped in hibernating warmth
A nacreous glow illuminates
Outside’s lunar seas

But I am not and so
Busily I start to stitch
The quilt of my life fast to yours
Decorate this nest with coloured geegaws
Built, not just experienced
This place is ours, this place endures