You’re the powerful orange haze of the diluted dawn sky,
You’re not the cold, cold moon that sucks the colour away,
You’re the melodic swing of jazz as it sings into my soul,
You’re not the churning bop of rap as it prickles my heart,
You’re the succulent fruit smoothie, sweet on my lips,
You’re not the acrid sting of vodka burning my tongue,
You’re the whistling of the robin as winter draws near,
You’re not the cawing of a crow as the darkness sets in,
You’re the deep blue filling of a freshly baked pie,
You’re not the crunchy cold leaves of lettuce in salads,
You’re the falling snowflakes which pepper Christmas,
You’re not the slicing sleet of those wet April weekdays,
You’re my ticking pocket watch which always sits with me,
You’re not my mobile phone which has to be switched off,
You’re my snug train which takes me back home to you,
You’re not the road works which drill into my brain.
You’re the reason I exist.