(I wrote this for a friend of mine)

From a space I hardly knew
Scoured over delicately
Hours on end
No detail was overlooked

A cool beckoning was unleashed
Soothing my battered hide
Nursing the anguish
Hidden away
When pride had driven me to fear

It was rejuvenation
Sly in her ways
A coveting wave
So tranquil, kind, and assuring

We trade our good tidings
Our hopes and well wishes
Echoing throughout time
And the billowing fog of distance

There are few roads through
But we cleave them anyway
Drawn to the fellowship
That rests within us all

When I dare weave worlds
She courts my thoughts along
Easing them into being
Sentient, fresh, and flourishing

Relief transpires
With my fabric all spent
Done away with my cruel essence
And replenished
By her stoic affection