Harriet

She is my inspiration for many a word,
When they come few and far between.
The sky above my head
That is my space to dream.

She is the conductor of my orchestra
When all is out of sync.
My lifeline of sheer beauty
When my heart is about to sink.

She is my Dr Jekyll
When all is Mr Hyde.
My desire to achieve
When I've failed all that I've tried.

She is my platform on which to stand
When I am wandering on the breeze.
She is everything I want
Yet she is still my desire to seize.

She is my hope in the desert
When all is but sand.
My precious northern lights
That appears between sky and land.

She is my wonderful guiding stars
When all around is sea.
My preferred sight for sore eyes
As comes with such elegant beauty.

She is my pot of the most desirable treasure
At the end of every rainbow.
My eager, persistent Husky
That drives me through the snow.

She is the quill to write prose
Without which I'd only have the ink.
My cool soothing water
After two days without a drink.

She is the soft gentle shoulder
On which I can shed many a tear.
My every second
Of every day of every year.

She is my comfort and support
When the blues hit me hard.
The glue for my broken heart
To repair every shattered shard.

She is the solid foundation under my feet
When the earth trembles and rips.
My bandage to a bleeding wound
After an unavoidable trip.

She is my unswerving will power
When I run low on energy stores.
My caring, listening ear
No matter how much it bores.

She is my wood to bat away a ball
That comes at me at speed.
My every desire, wish, fantasy,
Everything I need.

She is my moral and guidance
Whenever I go astray.
The open comforting arms
When I am dismayed.

She is my trusty shield
To deflect many a harsh blow.
My ever reliable map
To tell me which way to go.

She is my strength to raise a sword
To defend what is good and right.
My candle by which to read
When there is no light.

She is my doggedness in war
To make sure I return home.
She is the very blood of me,
Sinew and bone.

She is my profound sense of duty
When times turn for the worse.
My every single emotion
Both strong and diverse.

She provides the wings
When my legs can take no more.
She is the lighthouse
That warns me of the shore.

Hers are the eyes
That captures my very soul.
Her beautiful eyes that quiver my knees
And have the power to console.

She is the presiding jewel
In my rusty but worthy crown.
She is the gully and course
Which the very water of my life flows down.

Without her and her alone
I would simply cease to exist.
And I would become
But a lonely echo in the mist.