mere presence

when you walk into a room
even the air breathes a sigh
and the light coming through the window closes its eyes
and lays its head back
your walk exudes the hypnotic charm that lures all with in range into that cool calm that ecsapes us otherwise

with a mere flick of your hand
you call to our hearts
and our secrets float from our mouths and into your palm
for we know by just your mere presence
that they will be cradled and held

the clouds get their silver lining
from the trance like quicksilver thats left from your trail
they sharp edged grass blades turn their smooth side up
the ground yeilds for us all when you are near
you bring about the upwards tear
the feather bed in the dark wood
the safety of the moonlight
and the soft place to hide
with just your mere presence and the fewest amount of words