Who Then

Who then rules the morning
when the clouds do break your skies
Who then holds your afterthoughts
when heart and soul collides
The maker of your afternoon
the one who breaks your gaze
the one who holds you deep inside
with colors on display
Who then rules your evening
with the storm clouds moving in
the one who paints the canvas
when the canvas blanks again
Who then finds your secrets
all your subtle shifts to glide
who then holds you captive
when the darkness falls outside
Who then finds you sleeping
dreaming dreams of passing time
who better here for who my dear
could hold your heart like mine