He is the breath of fresh air

that fills my lungs with life again,

the answer to prayers I whisper

as each day comes to an end.

He is the coolness of a spring

that invigorates my tired soul,

the glue that holds my pieces together

until, once again, I feel whole.

He is the sunrise every morning

to fill my day with guiding light,

the gentle breeze beneath my wings

when I want to take flight.

He is the sweet smell of falling rain,

my senses awakened by each drop,

every bright color of the rainbow

after the storm finally stops.

He is the muse I have searched for,

the inspiration that I always lacked,

the brightness of a shooting star

racing across a night sky so black.

He is everything…