Don't know if I've ever posted this*...but it's going to be posted now.

My guardian

it’s dark tonight and the moon’s out
it’s giving of that eary glow
it’s quiet and damp inside tonight
i wonder, will he show?

my job is to keep the peace.
i am here to watch over and wait.
i am here with direct intention.
i say who gets past this gate.

“i'm sorry, but who are you again?
stay right there, and let me check.
while I run through your past and history
please put this band around your neck.
would you mind we’ll need a sample... of your piss, a hair test too,
AND
would you mind please signing your name, initial here, here and here.
Thank you.

"will she see me?"

maybe, baby.
really, you can't hurt her anyhow.

“can i go inside yet?”

maybe, baby.
you'll only stay as long as I allow.

“can i touch her gently?”

maybe, sugar.
she’s quite fragile as it seems.

“can i sing to her?”

please do darlin’.
it helps to calm her dreams.

her wilted wings, they are tired.
her feathers damp and frail.
her eyes they search for another,
as she sings on the major scale...

“meet me in the midst of this ridicule and laughter.
dance with me in this purple rain.
try to come and understand my disaster.
and feel the depths of my pain.”

okay, we need to go now.
i’m sorry but it’s past that time.
you can see her again tomorrow.
yes, that would be quite sublime.

no, you must leave now.
the exit is right this way.

no, you cannot be here.
it’s bad when people stay.

please, let us be gone then.
the morning is coming on fast.
the daughter she is stirring.
and so are the blisters from the past.

excuse me, you’ve been here too long.
please make your goodbyes and go.
excuse me sir, no pictures.
it’s not a peeping show.

the day it is breaking
the night has gone to bed
the girl she is awaking
to face the day ahead.

i am the guardian of the nightmares
the sandman of her heart.
the keeper of her secrets.
and now I must depart.

I say good morning to the day staff
another grueling night on the job.

“No worries, we’ve got her from here now,
see ya later. have a good day, bob.”

a day of hope my precious dreamer
your future looks fresh and bright
i leave you on clouds of wonder
and I’ll see you again tonight!
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I miss writing well. I know it takes practice, but as I have been in Chicago, I have seen that aspects of my life that once were, are, no longer. Not to say that I don't write any longer, but there is a serious lack of muse. I know that Mr. L in high school said, Kristen, most people either write there best stuff from one of two places, anger or happiness. It seemed that back then and often times in the past, that rang true for me. Yet lately, I wonder if because I have allowed my anger place to become a part of me instead of this place that was kind of hidden, I lost part of my muse. I wonder if I will or more so, when I will find a muse again. I have a feeling, it may be coming around again. Not the anger per say, but perhaps a new and better muse. A muse that will blow your socks off.
(i may seem so silly to some of you, but I will always be a believer in hope and possibility, and I love it!)
*Posted once before on June 15th, 2005 with comment from an anonymous source!