Poetry of place

Between the azure and an aqua sea

In the arcane realm of my inner eye

Where gods conceive wild hurricanes

And eagles float on the softest zephyr

Where children bring smiles to the table

And love is not a fractured fable

There where the light never darkens inside

But is a place beside you

All this of your making

And mine,

I bless that moment I awoke

And drew a first breath

So many more since in your sight

And in not one would I take flight

To any other land

Where I would not

Be able to hold

Your hand