So Close
I wait in my quiet,
the evening is still deep
in its own. Nothing moves.
Moonlight casts eerie shadows
beneath the tall trees. Something
wants to speak.
I sense a fear, a reluctance
to leave the dark cover
of the evening, to come forward
and approach me. And yet
nothing betrays the still
except now the soft whispers
of leaves rippling unseen
high in the canopy overhead.
Please speak…
But there is only the barely
audible chatter of leaves.
It seems to know me
and has, for so long,
been waiting in my silence.
There are times when
I can almost hear it breathe.
Tonight it is particularly close,
so near that I feel
a part of it is reaching out
to touch my hand but then,
pulls back. It is so afraid,
so in need of love.
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