You

• Stephanie Payet, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2010

Your eyes are of never-ending depth, a jungle,
A still lake speckled green in the moonlight.
Each twinkle, like each book in a library,
Unveils a new tale, as each page is turned…

Your touch plays a musical symphony,
The harmony to my melody, as if composed by Tchaikovsky.
Gentle pixies’ footsteps become a fire,
Blazing intensely in the night…

Your existence is the sunshine,
Brightly beaming from the heavens.
If only that one blue patch amongst the clouds,
It is still that one blue patch, however misted the sky…

Your soul is to mine
The one key for a lock, untouched by a locksmith,
As a sonata is to Chopin, a many-paged story,
One told accompanied by the orchestra of Toscanini…

You are a jungle, blazing intensely in the night,
The one blue patch amongst the clouds, as a sonata is to Chopin.
You are to me the air I breathe.
Without you, I would die.