You Are.

You are my morning song,
and my winter sun.
The warm blanket I reach for,
when my ships are sunk.

The rope for this labyrinth,
the twinkle in the sand,
the miles on the dashboard,
tell me where we'll land.

Time is liquid,
unaccounted for,
Try as I might,
Something I can never have enough of.

You colour all that's good around,
varied hues,
At the back of my mind,
myriad shades of blue.

The beginning coincides,
with the end,
You're the face I look for,
round every bend.

Never too near,
Never too far.
Yet you exist.
You are.

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