You’re the surf in my tide
The thorn in my side
The buoy when I sink
And the spike in my drink
You’re the pearl in my clam
The flaw in my plan
The lift in my wings
And the knot in my strings
You’re the fire in my flue
The stone in my shoe
The knife in my back
And the gold in my sack
You’re the hole in my pale
The wind in my sail
The crease in my frown
And the jewel in my crown
You’re the storm in my sky
The glint in my eye
The end of my rest
And the grail of my quest
— Wayne Visser