You are a stable's door
and all childish fable,
you are the wine on my lips
and the bread on the table.

You are a thought in the sky
of all melody assured,
of accomplished escape
to the imminent fjord.

You are a seasonal change
of all warmth from within,
of all memory erased
and the recession of sin.

You are walking companion
as I slip out the door,
you are an echoed reminder
of all that is more.

You are a thought-twisted spine
of all questions unheard,
my irrelevant heartbeat
of love so absurd.

You are headlight at night,
a dream's sordid landmark;
all majesty's kingdom,
with you to embark.

You are the flutter of heart
upon each high plain,
the redemption of water,
the bodies once slain.

You are the constant reminder
that all else is true,
so long as the sky burns
in that azure blue.
So long as there is hope
for memories anew,
I shall foolishly release
my heart unto you.