Cradle Song

With her unswerving shade,

her inner chill.

A shimmer from the womb,

A ballet.

When one passes near the edge.

The mind remembers.

A brief, feathery pressure.

Just presence, undeniable.

Strangely comforting.

Wrapped in clover,

A visitation was felt.

Woven from stillness.

A cradle song,

unfettered.