On the highest shelf
Where you'll find she
Hiding 'neath the nouns and verbs and similies

Find a wooden step
Place it carefully
Lodge it between the couplets

And apostrophes
Blindfold your brain
Feel your way for me

In reaching out she's giving far too much to thee

A letter for each limb


A rhyme for every time
His brain guides she to poetry

Read it down the line
Behind my creaking ledger,
Ink stains record the weather

Following her twists and turns
Like a feather


So long as I hold her
And sleep with an umbrella
The freedom's there - I can depend on Magic Weather.