Exist for me, beloved
In a thousand little ways: when the dawn lights
The eastern sky, when rain slants
Onto city spires. As children walk to school
And comets spin around suns.
The potter spins his wheel,
The artist wields his brush: I can hear
The chords and the keys,
Of strings read to play.
All that is beautiful awakes in my heart
You exist, but only for me.
I will take the blame for this passion.
I will shoulder the guilt and the
Heart-searching if it so becomes
More than necessary. Whatever
This destiny, whatever these dreams
Walk with me, exist for me.