What you are (with apologia)

What you are

You are intangible

yet you move me like the wind moves

the long black jacket you found

me in the lost and found

you cannot be pinned down

you dress like the moon and her borrowed light

you kiss with your eyes closed

like the blinking stars

you walk on the air holding everything together

you sing like a bird you make a face

you whistle

you are the infant that cannot be held

you are the pain that cannot be felt

you are the noise a pin makes

when it drops

you are the sound of the needle when the music

stops

you are the glint on the waves of the sea

you are the fabulous colours

reflected in the sky

you are the clue and mystery

you are the whole in a fragmentary world

you are grit in the oyster the pearl

you are the prime mover and

you are in your prime

you are the girl for whom the whole of space and time

have been patiently waiting

you are the face of Aphrodite in the sand

you are the flower

in a barren land

you are the force that rotates the leaves

and replays the shower

you are the lightning

the earth attracts

you are the mountain the earthquake cracks

you are the pulse that could break a heart

you are the wave that walks

pulling clouds apart

you are a hurricane at heart

you are a flame

you are a fleet of ships

you are a flock of birds

you are a shoal of fish

you are a wish

you are a church you are a work of art

you are an act of love you are a yielding flesh

you are a driving need

you are my will

my passion