Radon

It is a picture rendered in my heart,
A vista by which my life is guided,
A visit to those in the past who have seen it.

I wake every morning to watch the sunrise,
And sleep all day, and all night,
To resume the showing.

My heart races and I think of all the ancillary beauties,
A home to live in,
A reflection to guide me.

Undulating,
It sits in the rocker,
And inquires how my day has been -
Hoping to get a truthful answer,
But truthfully tell her how much I love her,
I cannot,
For my words are weak, compared to her power.