You are still
In your fullness
Reserved. Even.
You do not serenade us with spectacle
Sunsets, colour and the like
Instead you are delicate
Your face watching us
Your light,
Bright and true
And steady as a candle
You move across the night sky
Sure and smooth
Hypnotic. Your invisible tentacles
Circle us
You hold us in your rhythms
I feel your warmth
On my skin. In my heart
Your wisdom reaches down
Though space
Through the trees that surround me
Shadows on the woodland floor
Your truth, plain to see
I only need
To listen
Ms Gibbons Writes 