Guardian Of The Dream
Evening dew settles softly on my rose and violet home,
absorbing the fragrance, creating a mist, like a perfumed, heavenly dome.
From this mist, I descend to your bedside, searching a tear salted sea,
collecting the threads of all but lost dreams, to create a fine tapestry.
I'll shelter those strands of heart and soul,
till, one morning, shining like gold,
by your pillow, will sit your tapestry,
waiting for you to unfold.
Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998
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