THE SILENT SENTINEL
Half awake…..half asleep
Eyes slowly open and there he is
A towering white fog of a figure standing by my bedside
Angelic watchman, steadfast at his post, never tired or bored
Watching someone sleep must be so very tedious yet there he is
Heaven-sent, my very own personal bodyguard.
As consciousness increases, he slowly fades away
He will return again, I know, in the softness of night
in the obliviousness of my deep slumber.