Keeper
He was the candle by my frozen bones
He was flesh bound to a broken soul
He was the keeper of my monster
he was each stoke of broken coal
He was the seaside drone that called
He was the light that beckoned me
He was each wave that reached my feet
and bottom wave that tumbled free
He was the song that bellowed low
He was the sun that hung too high
He was the tears that flood my kingdom
and then the arms that helped me dry
He was the love that kept me well
He was my crutch and loving smother
He was the candle by my frozen bones
and now he warms another
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2013
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