A Greater Presence

I am the light that filters through the window,

on an early school morning.

Weaving and wrapping around the blinds meant

to forbid me from the plushy palace that is your bedroom.

I am the daydream that you ponder during your

oh-so-long history class, where your mind wanders,

as if it were a lost paint brush in a room full of empty canvases.

I am the sound of raindrops that rhythmically dance through your mind,

as you play notes that dance through the bell of your instrument

during music rehearsals.

I am the last thought before you drift into a heavy sleep at night,

only to meet me once more, in the early hours of the mornings.

I am an artistry so delicate that when people think of me,

they yearn and ache to feel my presence around them.

Comforting them.

I am something people refuse to believe in,

though I am everywhere.

I am love.