What I Saw in You, Little Dreamer

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A companion poem from the owl’s perspective

I was not born for the sun.
I was shaped from dusk,
from the violet hush that gathers
when the world grows tired
of being brave.

I perch where silence softens,
light pooling in my feathers
like forgotten prayers.

Do you know why I watch you?

Because you carry a glow
that even the moon envies,
a small, trembling radiance
that tries so hard
to hide beneath your quiet breathing.

I see it.

I see the way sorrow
brushes your heartbeat
but never breaks it.
The way you gather fallen dreams
and warm them in your palms
until they bloom again.

I see the loneliness
you pretend not to feel,
how gently you speak
to things that cannot answer you.

And so I answer.

With wings full of twilight,
I lift the night around you,
I keep the wind from touching
the places where you have been wounded.
I guard the stories
you haven’t dared to write yet.

If you ever doubt your light,
look at me:

Every shimmer on my feathers
is a reflection of something
you thought you lost.

I carry it for you
until you’re ready
to shine again.