Your bright eyes
two beacons in the dark
reflect the moon’s pale glow
intense and haunting.

You move with silent strength
through the dark realm
of the forest
cloaked in night
and searching
the deep corridors of your heart.

Yet you are
the rippling laughter of the brook
the playful wind that tousles grass
the sudden flurry of falling leaves
the beauty of the storm
whose tears beckon new life.

Adventuresome and free
you soar as air
flowing to unseen eddies and currents
clear to just your heart.

A child of the night’s still forest
you search
for acceptance, truth, and beauty
from those you call your kin
and from your deep and hidden heart.

Crying to the silent moon
small beneath its shadow
let no one disturb
the silent beauty of your heart,

the beacon that’s
your heart.