The Dreamer
 by Teri Sharp
He walks in wisdom, yet pretends he does not.
He speaks the truth, his loyalty can't be bought.
He loves children, for he has the child within;
Mountains, valleys, forests, streams - all are his kin.
He dreams of the future, yet denies the sight,
The thought of having visions causes him fright.
He has yet to encounter his spirit guide,
And leave his earthly shell to travel in side.
So I sleep with my hand on the side of his face,
Feeling his body tremble, and his heart race.
His soul yearns to be free and travel the sky;
In the depth of the night, I hear it's cry.
Safe in my arms, he can dream this night,
My powers protecting him 'til dawns first light.
Yet I see strength, not weakness, in his soul -
We're two halves of the coin of life - together, we're whole. |
