You are…

by Dieu

You are the ink to my pen,
the pages to my book,
the flower to my thorn,
and the fruit to my tree.

You are the mirror to my reflection,
the gate to my meadow,
the envelope to my letter,
the shoelaces to my shoe.

You are the sky to my horizon,
the speech to my thoughts,
the priest to my religion,
the bay to my sailboat.

You are that long bike ride
through the streets of my childhood
where I am most myself.

You are the writing of these words,
and all of everything where wind can reach
and stars can shine.