Thursday, April 28, 2011

Nighttime Guardian

flickering back and forth
twitching in the dark air
so beautiful, so dangerous
we cannot help but stare

the words sound cliché
as i whisper in your ear
to tell you sweet nothings
and qualm your endless fear

holding on tight to love
i admit that i am scared too
everything be can so fleeting
and in this darkness, i need you

your hair smells like lilacs
a soft glow upon your skin
as tired you breathes out
and vigilant i breathe in

for the first time i feel safe
as i watch you fall away
and escape cruel reality
till the break of another day

and i will stay to watch you
dreaming in the candlelight
and i will stay always here
protecting you in the night

1 comment:

  1. Love it! Not often do people write in the perspective of the guardian.