Gentle Soul's Vigil

In the stillness, a presence lies, A gentle soul with watchful eyes, Softly glowing, like embers bright, A heart that beats with quiet might. The world outside, a blur of light, Fades into darkness, a gentle night, Yet in this calm, a story's told, Of loyalty, of love that's old. The wooden table, worn and true, A resting place, for a head anew, The dog's gaze, a soulful plea, A connection made, for you and me. In this moment, we find our peace, A sense of calm, the world's release, The dog's soft fur, a tactile dream, A symbol of love, pure and serene.