guardians
I did not summon you
but you rode up with me
from sleep
what danger
am I waking to
that guardians appear
armed with the winds power
and the desert's silence
companions
brown as dunes
protect my wandering steps
as my scarred heart
walks the plank
of morning
but you rode up with me
from sleep
what danger
am I waking to
that guardians appear
armed with the winds power
and the desert's silence
companions
brown as dunes
protect my wandering steps
as my scarred heart
walks the plank
of morning
posted by Yes at 12:02 PM
6 Comments:
I can't explain why this is one of my favorites. Perhaps it is because the image of guardians from sand and wind conjures the potency of one's dreams. Some dreams leave us defenseless against morning.
And yet, you were defended (or maybe they are images you made to defend yourself).
Thank you , mermaid--sometimes we get strength when we need it--this was an unexpected gift.
My dreams most often leave me defenseless, but that seems to be changing now...
I love your comment!
Many times I've been unable to shake the "feel" of a dream upon waking. This poem gives the sense of the border between sleep and waking life being thin, perhaps purposefully so. Very interesting!
Firebird, me, too:)
Mb, I like the notion of a thin line.
"as my scarred heart
walks the plank
of morning"
may the scarred become a path to the sacred. the feelings expressed here are shared among a constellation of women. thanks for giving us such a beautiful voice.
mb--yes, sometimes things that happen on that "border" have a reality all ther own, and for a purpose, as you say...
ss--"may the scarred be a path to the sacred"--what a beautiful line of thought!
mermaid--it's funny how we have to learn how to defend ourselves from the most basic things--but I guess that's one of life's tasks--
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