You are a boat gliding through the icy, night water.

You are a magical diamond, hotter than a sun beam; hiding in the cave yet waiting to be found.

You are an eagle, brave and bold flying up and down like a tugging machine melting into the horizon.

You are a shooting star, as golden as a crown, soaring through the dark winter sky.

You are a blade of emerald green grass swaying in the cold crispy wind.

You are the memory of youreslf, eating a delicious Jaffa cake on a rainy Truro day.

You are a tear, dropping from your eyelid onto the damp wet floor.

You are a wolf, climbing turrets of mountains to find your prey.

You are the distance between love and hate as you look over miles and miles of ruby red poppy fields.

You are ……