The Shrouded Listener

I thought her to be hollow at first sight,
As she stood there bright and fair,
I’m glad I was not right,
As I stood there and did stare.

I frequently seek her consolation,
In her silence I find comfort,
She listens with no hesitation,
Opinions, she never did purport.

She convinced me, there were eyes,
That watched me with close attention,
And knowing when the eye cries,
And when I needed protection.

She convinced me, there were ears,
Patient enough to hear all I have to say,
Ready to put away my fears,
At any time of night or day.

She convinced me, there were hands,
That hold my hands when I’m in fear,
Helping me build castles in the sands,
And wiping off the odd tear.
In the darkness she was the light,
As I was feeling in the darkness,
She guided me in the right,
A job that seemed so thankless.

She was the warmth in the cold,
When I shivered, she gave me shelter,
Ready to praise and to scold,
Stood by me, when others ran helter-skelter.

I tell her all on my mind,
Yet, her thoughts are kept safe and sound,
For I must not undergo trouble of any kind,
Due to her thoughts which are so profound,

I’m baffled by her secretive nature,
She seems to be perfect on the outside,
But it never does concur,
With what she hides on the inside.

I know she will be there always,
Though I watch her fade behind the clouds,
Ready to help me when my mind sways,
As she covers herself in black shrouds.

I watch the Moon set in the night sky,
With the black clouds hovering over,
I wonder if this is goodbye,
Or if this void isn't to last forever.