One To Guard

Who will lay close when I can not see,
blinded by the sands of a desert sea.
Stirring solitude with eyes closed tight,
no one to guard throughout the night.

Vivid paintings show love and toil
as fruits of the Spirit mark the spoil.
Waxed delights in the shadows gleem,
but melt in the heat of a confirming dream.

Whispers and winks mock laughter and love
while faces match motives that fit like a glove.
Wolves are many throughout a shepherd's field
as fire scorches hot for the truth revealed.

Animals and colors with words and numbers
mix agony and peace within restless slumbers.
Some share encouragement as a revealing passes
though most I hold silent away from the masses.

Disastrous storms and constant wars waging;
wreckages of transport amongst fires raging.
A burden to carry as confusion runs deep,
but a good night is one when I fall dead asleep.

Hope is the "she" I vaguely see
transcending through the night;
that I awake in her peaceful loving arms,
quietly holding me tight.