Cocoon

Shrouded in wisps of white
All seems well
But He cannot see beyond

Under Her self made cocoon
She is weeping

Sometimes softly, light as mist
Sometimes torrential, copiously drenching
Her skin.

He cannot see under Her wraps
Not wanting Him to see Her weep
She hides from His gaze.

He makes His way under Her shield.
Small holes appearing in Her cocoon.
Speckles of light sprinkling through.

He has made Her happy.
And Her face warms.