you are a boat gliding though 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 yourself eating a Jaffa cake on a rainy Truro day.

you are a single tear, dropping down 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……