There...

In the silence of the night

Where only ghosts and stars

Move about in mist covered fields

And night owls call out in yearning

You are there

In stillness of water stirred

Only by the light of the moon

And timid creatures who come to drink

With wide eyes open ever aware

You are there

In hushed willows weeping not

Their shadows at peace against

A sky of dreams made constellations

And pictures of gods and such

You are there

Inside a chest once void

That housed only the steel heart

Of a warrior and beast so wild

Now reborn as poet

You were always there