Here is another poem inspired by my wife:

Dreams are vaporous things;

evaporated thoughts;

whiffs and breaths of things we know, all floating round on unseen currents wafting through our sky. 

But daylight comes and dreams condensate;

thoughts drip down, collecting as plans and arguments;

stories, lessons, and explanations.

And all day long my thoughts rain down on you. 

You are the earth to my heaven;

The riverbed that forms their course. 

My thoughts eddy around your sarsens, lap at your banks, cascade into your canyons and soak into your fields. 

I hold you at night, and my thoughts pool peacefully in the oceans of your bedrock;

Rolling softly against your shores.

And sleep comes, and dreams;

Evaporating my thoughts;

lifting them up into that cloud of unknowing.