Guardian

Copyright: 2/14/96
Guardian

Floating unguarded through the mist
A figure serene and unhappy
Unknowing of the present future
Tense past the shade he roams
Spirits sway in the afterlife
A ghost drifts through our world
Does he know where he is?

Unbelieving eyes cease to see
Blinded by fury and anger
Apparitions float freely worldly
Light and darkness comb its rights
As the darkness grows oh so dim
The limbo retreats and they speak
Guardian of life where it 'tis.

Smokey existence communicate mentally
No words penetrate it strongly
A shade shaving life's folds
Deceased and moldy he shows
How life lives the other side
Making contact, needing and wanting
Does he know how he is?

Loneliness is not terribly far from the truth
A ghost, misunderstood guides himself
Looking for loved ones long past
Living a lie, he knows nothing
Haunting those who humanly exist
Searching the house at night
Guardian of death where it 'tis.

Hovering above life so gentle
A failure to himself and man
Scaring life's wits out of men
Shifting uncompromising evil
Stuck in between two worlds
Eagle eye view to misconception
Does he see and believe?

Knowing he's dead is hard enough
Lonesome and peering the rift
Pealing thoughts from his mind
Everywhere and nowhere he lurks
Stolen his lost love in the curtain
Pain and grief shift delight
Can his soul he retrieve?

Guardian of time and light
Shade of night and swift
He rides the evening straight and full
Drifting out of house and home
Attending the obsession through death
Riding the breeze making evil
Can he manage to relieve?

Mania drives him into phobia
Unreal circumstances reside within
A ghost searching for his past
Rendering himself unconscious
Knowledge knows no bounds
Cast out and exorcised from life
Can he fall and reprieve?

Space and time keep him no more
For he has gone to keep glory
If he finds his only home
Will he forever and ever roam?
Keeping death out extreme end
Will his life's blood become on mend?
Soaring to the place he belongs
Knowing a shade in the wrong
Fleeing from limbo un-existed
Waking, a dream, sordid and twisted.