You are

You are a drop in the deep,
A single candle in the hollow velvet dark,
A motion in the still crisp morning.
Daughter of the pale-faced moon
Like a climbing rose, you are, with creeping briers
A ladder into time.
I could sink into your eyes
And when the riot in your mind is over;
Your troubled brow smoothed
Bristling thoughts gone to rest in the dank recesses of your head
Only then,
When smiles paint your face with colour,
Can we breathe again