She could charm the day sleepers right out of their beds
Rid the moss from a mud stuck stone
Even after she's gone back to where she came
I no longer feel all alone
She can undraw my curtains and paint the day bright
She could mould a bridge home from the moon
She colours me in - how I look and think
Her art hangs on the walls in my room
She can polish me up so I don't seem so scuffed
She makes good the marks on my mind
She won't have to speak so long before I'm recertain
That a good day's not so hard to find
She could spell out a life like I couldn't by myself
And I write it out in clear prose and poems
Even after she's gone back to where she came
I no longer feel all alone