Someone to watch over me

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last night he watched over me
he sang me a lullaby
his words broke me and rung me gently out
I dreamt he soothed and caressed me
with his whispers

the high winds of night swept me up
the watchman threw me a lifeline
sweet but firm
he led me to the light
sage, wise words, guiding me

approaching the witching hour
the demon alive in my heart and mind
exorcised 
for one night only
nightmares banished
falling into heaviness, l slept

gently nudged awake by the song of the albatross
my thoughts ran to the dream
the watchman, now a world away
left me comforted

still alive and in one piece
I turned in my warm blanket
... a note left by the bed side

Sara

Comments

  1. Fi from Four Paws and Whiskers4:42 am, November 18, 2010

    Lovely... Does this mean you had real human company or a fantasy???

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  2. Living the frugal life in France7:28 am, November 18, 2010

    I love the new layout of your blog.
    How did you get the different tabs across the top?
    Sue

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  3. Saz9:20 am, November 18, 2010

    Fi- your guess is as good as mine

    Frugal - go to edit posts and its an option along the tabs next to...open and select titles for your pages/tabs

    saz x

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  4. Gail Is This Mutton?2:38 pm, November 18, 2010

    Lovely poem. Thought provoking

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  5. Furtheron4:43 pm, November 18, 2010

    Intriguing.

    At least you have words now... that is good.

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  6. Daryl5:45 pm, November 18, 2010

    I wish I had your way with words .. your words are as fulfilling as your photos! xo

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  7. Suburbia9:50 pm, November 18, 2010

    That is very good Saz.

    Take care my friend

    X

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  8. Suburbia9:52 pm, November 18, 2010

    Just looked at all your art work, you are very talented. :-)

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  9. Joanna Jenkins5:37 am, November 21, 2010

    Wow, just wow.
    jj

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  10. Woman in a Window12:17 pm, November 21, 2010

    Gorgeous writing, Saz. Hoping you have such friends watching out over you.

    xo
    erin

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  11. Moannie12:30 pm, November 21, 2010

    Whatever or whoever I can only be glad.

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  12. Anonymous8:35 pm, November 24, 2010

    I hope this means that you have re-discovered sleep.. Sleep is such a healing power.

    Your poem is somewhat inscrutable, but it called to mind a phase I was in some years ago.

    It was a phase of marital misery, where I was awake all night long, seething in mental agony, sparked awake by the electrical shock of the awful things other half had said to and about me.

    Your poem recalls to me the balm of re-discovering sleep, and getting over it. I hope you are getting over it, too. You'll be stronger.

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  13. ADDY10:20 am, November 25, 2010

    Hi Saz. Thinking of you and hoping you are in a good place right now. Addy x

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  14. Anonymous10:56 am, November 25, 2010

    Thanks for your reply.

    Many good wishes for you.

    It's tough, men are weak. I hope you sleep well again.

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  15. Unspoken5:15 am, November 27, 2010

    BEAU. Ti. Ful. haunting.

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  16. Rick2:11 am, December 01, 2010

    Saz
    Maybe the watchman just pointed out the wisdom you already had.
    You wrote this beautifully, like one not afraid.
    rick

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Take the weight of your feet, draw up a chair and pour yourself a cuppa. Leave your troubles at the door and together we shall ride out the storms.


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