Sometimes (Things Are More Than They Seem)

Sometimes,
If you go quiet
And listen
And maybe,
Just maybe,
If you're lucky,
You might hear a soul
Rustle quietly
As it slithers up your arm
And nestles against your neck,
Whispering quietly,
Breathing
Sweetly in your ear,
That you are loved
And cherished
More than you ever have been,
More than you ever thought
You would or could be,
More than you dared to hope.
Sometimes
A shimmer is more than a star,
A mirage isn't quite a dream,
That would disappear into the morning
Or the sandy, joyless desert,
And if you look carefully,
You might see
The shimmer was only a sign,
Not a thing, itself,
Of beauty;
Like this,
Like you.