Am I safe here? I whisper through the night’s chilled air.
You stir in your sleep, your eyes crease at the edge.
In your sleep you are puzzled; as puzzled as you are awake. Puzzled by me.
The fascination can never fade. I can never explain the fears, the magic, I envisage before I open myself wide.
Am I safe here? A question that will never be answered.
For each day you tell me, show me, prove to me, all that I am.
I know too well of this trust. So I unfailingly fall then pull away…… it hurts you as my eyes freeze, pull away and stare at the magic in which we live, but dare not look your way.
Am I safe here? Remains unanswered but your puzzled brow reassures me of your truth.
Not a poem as such but something that came to me one night.