My Beautiful Contradiction

When everything is a dizzying mess of variables you are my stabilizing constant. When everything is stagnation you are my joyful flux, my ecstatic explosion of colors and beat. You anchor my ship to safe havens when the waves below and roar, but when the sun is shining bright you become as the trade wind behind my sails, keeping me out of the doldrums and sailing me on to the farthest shores. You wear me out until I am spent, and then you lay me down to blissful rest.

You are my danger and my safety, my risk and my security, my battleground and my sanctuary. You are my adventure and the home I come home to after the long journey.

You, and no one else but you, are my beautiful contradiction. And without you I am naught.