Watcher

 They see stillness,

they name it absence,

but the watcher within

never closes its eyes.

It drifts through shadows,

it whispers in silence,

it feels the tremor

before the world stirs.

It lingers where moments pause,

it senses what slips unseen,

it waits without haste,

it knows without knowing.

It rests nowhere, yet is everywhere,

it is the breath beneath all things,

it is always here,

and always awake.