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


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