Compass of my heart.
Take my hand and let me lead you.
Knowing my heart is a true compass.
My steps are slow, sure and light.
We soon break upon the beautiful sight.
From the fine feathers of your soft wings.
Sympathizing with my sage solitude,
Yet subduing the sadness it brings.
I write poetry of storms in paradise
and of love in your eyes,
You offer me everything
an angel owns and together we rise.
Only ever with you I can write rhymes
As such for you bring my muse
From dust to dash, to hush.