It’s such a gift to meet and know
a myriad of people.
We cross paths with thousands
most become passing scenery
But some tend to linger.
A rare few alter our gravity entirely
Some people simply arrive
while others become celestial
pulled in by something
bigger than us all
Those are the people we crave in our orbit
Even while we’re both in motion,
we trust they’ll come back around.
always there,
ever-present.
They are like the moon.
never asking to be the sun,
with just enough gravity
to keep the world aligned.
A gentle observer,
yet has sway over the tides.
Without even trying
they remind us
that even the wildest of things
need time,
to rest,
to recover,
And prepare for another day.
They never ask for more than we are able to give,
meet us in the middle and stay steady through every storm.
Knowing when to be full
When to disappear
When to leave only enough light
for a path back home.
What a gift it is to know someone
Who sees all sides of us and never falters.
They’ve seen every phase
Watched as we wax with impossible hope
And wane with quiet doubt
And somehow still knowing
that neither half make a whole
Always a soft provider of light,
waiting just beyond the dark.
a presence we crave to see
each and every night
humbly fulfilling their part.
