My Everything

You are not my everything.
You are not my snow-capped dreams.
You are not my heat-stained vineyards.
You are not my midnight rain.
You are not my cerrera marble muse.
You are not my salvation or inspiration,
You are not this angry sunset,
You are not my pink, princely dawn.
You are not this epic blade
With its silver movement.

You are nothing compared
To these child-like clouds.
And you are not the impatient taste
Of the future melting
On my tongue.