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While He Sleeps by Lelia Thomas

The sheets cascade like ripples on the leaf-dappled lake.
And breathing so easy as to whisper poetry on the wind.
Limbs outstretched and gnarled like the deep-rooted oak.
Ten calloused fingers grasping moss colored fabric.
A spirit within, restless and watching as the hawk.
And lips parted on the verge of Allurer’s song.
Yellow moonlight on brownest hair and ashen skin.
So, love, rest in these sinister night hours.
I will keep vigil for all that creeps and cowers.
I, the guardian sphinx of all your entombed secrets.
And when Darkness looms and Damnation towers,
I shall stand at your side as a Siren to Sea.
And as driftwood follows currents, I shall strive with you,
To keep you steady and strong, for your spirit to renew.

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Written in 2003, this poem is about the roles of women in men’s lives. In a world where the sexes are constantly invited to compete, we sometimes forget how much we need one another for both the dark and light times of life. Good, opposite sex relationships, whether romantic or not, are some of those things that people realize they never needed until they’re gone. One should be respectful, understanding, and gentle.