THE STILL

Still...

When love was new I was terrified. When love was new
I was still. I waited until it was safe to move. And when I moved, it was cautiously... calculated. Every time I get close it feels like what I imagine true happiness would feel like. Scared to fall back to earth...I am still. Ah, to be perfect like an angel, oh, magical... immortal. Then it all fell apart. I started listening to your reaction when I tell you I need you... I love you. The still became movement that woke you even though you were not sleep. My stillness moves when I watch your eyes, as beauty is in the room whether it hangs on the wall or on your arm. When we became quiet our love spoke up. Now I speak up. I speak up...fearlessly and honestly...I speak up. When I stopped trying we became effortless.