She Is

She is the day that gives me time

To love and linger, love my life

Until night comes on with sundown scythe

To end the bars of pantomime

She is the day of love

She is the bridge on which I wait

To watch the river beneath me flow

All spinning, surging far below

Along the deep and bending straights

She is the bridge of love

She is the air I breathe, entranced

Awake or asleep, in storm or cold

I'm going to wash my lifted ball

A sky that calls me out to dance

She is the air of love

She is the day through which I walk

Toward the bridge where she stands

She is the air I breathe to sing

She is the smile without demands

She is the smile that keeps me warm

With matchless laughter, eyes ablaze

A mischief mystery she plays

Upon the flute of early morn

She is the smile of love

She is the air of love

She is the day of love