Someone Watches Over Me

Written by: Valerie Sherman

Over the horizon beyond each hand printed star
someone watches over me
Beckoned wind, gently makes its presence known
upon my tired brow
The sun is commanded to stand down take your
royal bow.
With the form and features of unique strength
in her hair.
Oh, how I so long to meet her there.

Over the horizon beyond the hand painted moon
someone watches over me
With shod feet of brass - in her grounded stable
stance
Orders even the fireflies to entertain me thru
their dance.
She sends the healing of the hummimng birds
when I am ill.
All this done at her one spoken will.

Oh, how I so long to meet her there.