There is none more captivating sight
Than a beautiful lone warrior,
After a long day’s fight
Peaceful, in a deep slumber.
Eyes that have seen too much
Take refuge in this serene state;
Pacified blood red lips, mouthing silent prayers
For a trouble free tomorrow.
I sit close by, drinking in your splendor,
Watching every flicker, catching every sigh.
I long to touch you but afraid to nonetheless;
Lest you rouse from your sleep and fight once again.
Sleep is your only freedom;
And if it’s the last thing I could give you, I will.
Not remembering that in doing so,
I’m giving up my only liberty
To love you the only way I know how.
I wake up from my own sleep,
And realize it was but a memory
To get me through my daily battle.
It’s my turn to don an armor and a sheath.
Never have I seen such beauty. Labels: chance poetry |
