She sleeps lowly breathing a pulse in her craddle his shadow over her. He watched her sleep since a child, because as he had been unprotected knew he would never let anything bad happen to this girl. She had pink cheeks and a luster of heart so that he cherished her every step. Being Her watcher was a big deal and he would do it with all his five year old strength.
I said he was five this made her just a babe. She was a blonde with sharp blue eyes.. No one taught her anything but him but the fact is he was her watcher! I mean this little protector boy that snuck in to tuck in the baby girl, was in fact her angel. He whispered to her as a ghost would and never dared to frighten her and she grew in peace and beauty. Though she could see him no one else could and she relished the idea that God had sent this young boy just specifically to her. Since she was an only child she did need him for a lot. He was her confidence, her step in front of the other. For she was simple enough that all the boys liked to tease her. And she radiated magic for the love of her watcher.
He was in the shadows as she grew...and he stepped away to tango tangle the arbitrary ways she responded to him. She kept her eyes seeking forward though and never forgot the serenity she felt as he rocked her cradle. Every song song poem and note of esteem he had pressed upon the newcomer. Fantastical maybe?
Maybe adults become babies again, when they trip years away in falsity and ignore the pain of growth. Maybe it was something in the way electricity rockets an entire solar system. And maybe just maybe a heart connects to a power source with such great fusion the peril may be to the grave.
Maybe she is awakened to the sound of frantic impossible backlash and decided to walk straight through the ever peculiar wall.
Because there he was her angel, that never wanted to be one. And just the same as delicate as if we had danced a tangled dance of fate, deliciously close to the shattering glass. Past nor present mind you were in the mirror view. Walked through afraid to destinies guide you. I am your angel. Your trust, your whipping willow fray never far apart. Solid as needed every day of my heart. And though I do not feel your touch, your air is still about me even when I've given up!
A soul tie in a knot.
Cradle rocker.
You keep me safe.
I said he was five this made her just a babe. She was a blonde with sharp blue eyes.. No one taught her anything but him but the fact is he was her watcher! I mean this little protector boy that snuck in to tuck in the baby girl, was in fact her angel. He whispered to her as a ghost would and never dared to frighten her and she grew in peace and beauty. Though she could see him no one else could and she relished the idea that God had sent this young boy just specifically to her. Since she was an only child she did need him for a lot. He was her confidence, her step in front of the other. For she was simple enough that all the boys liked to tease her. And she radiated magic for the love of her watcher.
He was in the shadows as she grew...and he stepped away to tango tangle the arbitrary ways she responded to him. She kept her eyes seeking forward though and never forgot the serenity she felt as he rocked her cradle. Every song song poem and note of esteem he had pressed upon the newcomer. Fantastical maybe?
Maybe adults become babies again, when they trip years away in falsity and ignore the pain of growth. Maybe it was something in the way electricity rockets an entire solar system. And maybe just maybe a heart connects to a power source with such great fusion the peril may be to the grave.
Maybe she is awakened to the sound of frantic impossible backlash and decided to walk straight through the ever peculiar wall.
Because there he was her angel, that never wanted to be one. And just the same as delicate as if we had danced a tangled dance of fate, deliciously close to the shattering glass. Past nor present mind you were in the mirror view. Walked through afraid to destinies guide you. I am your angel. Your trust, your whipping willow fray never far apart. Solid as needed every day of my heart. And though I do not feel your touch, your air is still about me even when I've given up!
A soul tie in a knot.
Cradle rocker.
You keep me safe.