The breeze blows gently, lifting her hair
Above her ears,
and her smile is the fare
Into the heart of the Keeper of the Universe,
Who
does swear to protect her, for better or for worse;
She is the one, who points
the Keeper’s way to the sun
Through an undying bond that guides him free.
Alas! The Keeper remains bonded as, from his dreamy
Stupor he awakes to the harshness of reality that shakes
His ground, spins his world, and the carefully constructed
Shell around his fragile heart first cracks, then breaks
And the juicy syrup of love inside oozes out, wasted.
The Keeper is now vulnerable, shriveled, broken
For all the world to see; the bitter spirits soak him
And he swoons upon their influence, unsmiling;
As, for the shell around his heart, he remains pining.
The Keeper has the strength to extract himself
From the bottomless pits of suffering and penury,
And extricate himself from that cold, ice shelf.
Stronger now, the Keeper knows that his spirit will free
Itself once more and touch the vast blue, endless sky
This moment of weakness for the Keeper shall pass by.
Alas! The Keeper remains bonded as, from his dreamy
Stupor he awakes to the harshness of reality that shakes
His ground, spins his world, and the carefully constructed
Shell around his fragile heart first cracks, then breaks
And the juicy syrup of love inside oozes out, wasted.
The Keeper is now vulnerable, shriveled, broken
For all the world to see; the bitter spirits soak him
And he swoons upon their influence, unsmiling;
As, for the shell around his heart, he remains pining.
The Keeper has the strength to extract himself
From the bottomless pits of suffering and penury,
And extricate himself from that cold, ice shelf.
Stronger now, the Keeper knows that his spirit will free
Itself once more and touch the vast blue, endless sky
This moment of weakness for the Keeper shall pass by.
