The keeper of my soul


He comes quietly.
So as not to spook.
Never to demand.
Never to intimidate.

He is the morning dew.
With kisses of tenderness.
He is the morning sun.
The warmth that radiates.

A whisper on the wind.
Softly heard, not seen.
Lost, if you don’t listen.
His call so gentle.

As dusk invites the night.
The sun goes to bed.
Sleep beckons, dreams await.
A prayer before sleep.

In dreams He comes.
Bringing peace always.
Healing thoughts He brings.
To keep safe the soul.

Always close, never far.
Waiting, never pushing.
Like whispers of kisses.
The keeper of my soul.

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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