The Sentinel

To be a sentinel in the darkest
silence of your presence.
Soft release, a mist of hope
inward drawn as essence.

So the breaths of lovers curl
in moonlight cast aglow,
Melodic dreams to blend and purl,
a sweet diminuendo.

Wrapped in night, as you sleep,
soul stirs and comes untied,
To lead your dreams to wander far,
my heart close by your side.

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