Nov 17 2005
Guardian
Published by 
J Scott at 6:45 pm under poetry corner
Night crashes
spreading an unearthly pink glow throughout.
Spiraling to the impending
night sky, is the guardian.
It’s heart breathes rhythmically with each second
into the night.
To the weak and weary sailor,
it’s a symbol of home,
of love,
of happiness.
But of home especially.
One more step closer to home.
One less step away from danger.
And the guardian shows the path to home
where heaven is.
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