My Eternal Knight

The sun rises on silky dunes that look like breasts. You are lost in the desert, The air is dry and sandy residue explores your crevices. Peripatetic genetrix, Protector of sublime gifts passed on, Heart of a warrior, A duty of saudade errant. You hold steadfast, Dunes drift but you don’t amble. Against looming giants, Of a vast and treacherous land, Outstretched hands hold tiny fingers that struggle to grasp, Their sincipient nature shields them from the horror vacui and the traps. The sun rises on green arbor from mountain to sea. You are deep in the jungle following the river, The air is wet and so are your garments, Sempiternal paths downstream, Always leading to someone, Dreams swim in jejune currents, Little one holding onto glands with tender might. You carry such weight, yet never lament the burden. Your wordless obligation—accepted without calls for a palanquin bearer. The damp acts as surfactant to your saunter. A gait held steady for itinerant gifts, Never meandering from Gaia’s cuneiform shifts. The sun rises on ice blocks with fissures like scars. You are standing on a glacier, The cold renders a temporary physical aphasia. The cub cries for a lactiferous saviour, The callow dependant cloaked by a valiant defender, Their chill buffered by your nutrix nature. Every step fraught with danger, You are able, Brave guardian of destined return to cradle. A bastion of warmth on a frozen tide, Sure-footed wayfarer votary to your kin taken in stride. And you, Snow custodian providing an aeviternal shelter for a precious ingénu. The sun rises on tower blocks that kiss the red sky. You are in a city, The air is thick and you can smell the developing world, Scents of tar and fumes stain your sanctum. Credulous solivagant turned paladin champion, A life you never knew that needs you, Your hectic solitary past, Now a new life erecting eirenic values to last. Your devotion superseding flâneur treads, A transformation is an awe of spectacle with cooler heads, You domina deserving the walls where you reside, Inherit difficulty when past lives collide. You wore no tyro’s pride. Gaze upon your young with misericordia eyes, You are a beautiful myrmidon with a beautiful purpose, you never turned aside. You are my guard from trepidation, A steady heart when I’m quailing, You are my foundation and blessed eternal knight, You quiet my quiddity reverie like no other. Tutelary matron, you sanctify my path, Thank you, to my mother.