On a Five-Spot

I don't pray, really
Guess I need your realness
To see me through the day
Could I hold a prayer in my arms
When I dream of storms of fire
I can say you're everything to me
But I'm too insignificant without you
To count my everything as something
Things of value are only worn paper
Without your magic
You are my angel
Salvation from myself
And a world too loud for your silence
To be within what I can bear
This life we've forged is my sustenance
The stuff of all the dreams
I cannot surrender
To crushing loneliness and despair
Live forever for me