you conjure up whole storms and you calm them too
you paint dreamscapes and whole galaxies
on the wall
you’ve got the universe in your eyes
celestial bodies twinkle all around
you’ve got stardust in your hands
and on your fingertips just like magic

music flows in and out
and around you
like a waterfall
down from the cataracts and rapids
and into the riptide of the sea;
you sing with the birds and
the birds sing with you

you share a stoic stillness
with the clouds that glide past
to make way
for the splendour of the moon
you wear the moonlight as your cloak
in the dead of night;
his touch and embrace
are the remedies to
any heartache

your spirit’s gold and your heart’s silver
your mind’s like a rolling meadow
full of lavender, angel trumpets
and bell flowers
and i guess this makes for a soul
that’s gentle and kind

and therein
lies the paradoxical mystery
that is you
a quest most enchanting
to unravel and conquer

so when they ask me who you are
and what you are
then i shall respond in this way.