Poem #3

Your soul, a quiet, steady flame, Unseen by many, known by name To me, who watches from afar, Beneath the same familiar star.

It beats a rhythm, strong and deep, While all the world is fast asleep, A gentle hum, a constant grace, That lights the corners of this place.

It’s in the way you pause and think, The thoughtful pause upon the brink Of words unspoken, yet so clear, Dispelling shadows, calming fear.