Gliding

Sifting through and gliding
riding high on expectation,
shining siren of the sun
her song of exaltation.
Pleasure now to deadened ears
now burning live and ready,
voice upon a chilly wind
warming heart's confetti.
Raining all around me
seems you cover every season,
giving reason back to rhyme
as rhyme gives back to reason.
Everything I need in life
and nothing all at once,
no longer needing even breath
you cover all those points.
Giving life by being mine
each heartbeat shares a minute,
sifting through and gliding too
and thankful that you're in it.