life, Love, poetry

Keeping Watch

In the morning

When I began to wake,

It happened again-

That feeling

That you, beloved,

Had stood over me all night

Keeping watch,

That as soon as I begin to stir,

You put lips on my forehead

and lit a holy lamp

inside a heart.


9 thoughts on “Keeping Watch”

    1. Yeah beautiful! Don’t cry I can’t offer my you shoulder it’s hurting … thanks for stopping by ❤️❤️

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