Softly She Is Softly (after Wayne Hogan)

Softly she is softly beautiful in her

Chair and warmed by coat and sleeves 

With stars around her she protects the stars

Her face serene against the wicker chair

Her hands composed her eyes composing

Perhaps a thought some pure thought perhaps

A melody of coming sleep as darkness

Rests in her soft warm light the night beholden

To her hands for being as she is being 

A prayer of her own making here

Beneath and among the gentle facts

Of stars in keeping their distance 

As she remains one in being seated

In the chair the wicker chair alongside stars