The Watcher

The Watcher During the day or night, sitting or sleeping by myself I feel as if I am with someone else And even as the sun goes down Someone stands guard as I sleep, to wipe away my frown. Sitting in the semi-darkness, I see a passing shadow A fleeting glimpse of a person from sleepy hollow And as I work on my computer,or watch television I feel as if someone is about to make a decision. A decision to come into my world, my reality To give me needed advice to better shape my personality Or to scare the living daylights out of me For I carry the burden of someone who wont let me be. Now, this day is like any other, I arrive home very late Dinner, shower, and memory of closing the gate I am slowly drifting into a deep and restful sleep And no memory of a prayer, to the Father for my soul to keep. Before going to bed, no knowledge that someone will be visiting very soon And that this entity will be coming from afar into my room All the lights are out,, and it seems that this night will be very long As I crawl into bed, without listening to my favorite song. Sleeping in a fetal position, my face towards the wall Feeling groggy, I slowly turn to see this well-dressed man standing tall He moves to the foot of the bed, watching over me with such audacity Completely at peace, I fall back into a deep slumber, no curiosity. In the morning, I remember, the vision of the night before Of a suited man who has paid a visit, from that outer-dimensional shore He could have been my father,who has died sometime ago Or maybe an alien, from above the plains of silence or somewhere down below. William Morrissey 5/24/07 vision