With The Flow

Her heart...

An embrace of warmth,
seared through the night
Finally as the pleading eyes,
saw of what was deprived

The lonely hoot of an owl,
became a musical jewel
When the presence of a person,
made the heart swell

It never really did matter,
that he never knew
Till she could see him safe,
the affection that grew

Was strong enough to hold down,
its survival in itself
Dually Strained and stretched,
but without any help

An angel wants an angel,
and the angel in his arms
Neither deters, nor suppresses  
the happiness that swarms

It has only ever mattered,
For him to stay content
No matter the source needed,
even in her absence

For presence isn't prime,
when their heart strings greet
His consciousness a privilege,
but in ignorance they shall meet

She, her shadow, and
the shadow in her right
Will blend in, will stay with him
but always out of sight

A feeling that felt and gave,
but never asked in return
Was the one that had formed in her,
a sweet longing yearn

A unique love she created then,
as peculiar as it is strange
A bond that started and ended with her,
blinded and muted but saved

So, in the shadows she saw her home, his smile the Christmas light
Smiled with him and cried with him, but without him on her side