You are my Rock
You are my Rock You are my rock, my High Tower You are my fortress, my butterfly You are my rainbow, my quiet breeze You are my reflective rock-pool, my blue sky You are my soft day, my springtime breeze You are my mighty oak, my buttercup You are my front door, my safe house You are my full stomach, my rested head You are my job, my labour, my work You are my friend, my counsellor, my love You are a hazelnut in the hand of your servant Julian You are the inspiration of the writer Augustine You are the author of chaos to order on the first day You are the potter, the sculptor, the artist. [Image from Unsplash open source. Poem first published in the Maltfriscan Newsletter, The Bripper, January 2021].