What you do not know

You are more important to me than you know it.
You are important in the way I know the morning will be clear, and it will be quiet;
in the way my feet find the ground.
You are important in the way my voice comes to me when I command it,
and in the way your laughter follows my joy.

You are important to me in the simplest of ways.
I do not find you in the clouds, nor the stars:
you are none of these
but the quiet endless arch
on which these lights and colours hang themselves.
You are the silence and the stillness
on which poetry speaks and music resounds.
You are the page on which no words need be written
for meaning to be spoken.

In this sort of comfort,
there is no meaning to be hidden
no strings still attached
nor feelings left unchecked.
In this sort of silence, and under this sort of sky,
I have no words left unshared.