Friday, April 07, 2006

Poem, Guardian at the Gate



He stands where the white willows
weep for the crimson stains,
on ground that will forever be covered
with blood of the innocent ones.

~red flowers that never will fail~

Where the last phoenix swings from her tree
and sings her final serenade,
that shall never be heard by a living ear,
before she bursts into flame.

~a fire that can warm any heart~

He stands where the shadows of yester-night
play catch with the sun-rays of tomorrow,
where time bends on its axis
and what is will soon come again.

~ages pass with the blink of an eye~

And as the silvery water of eternity
joyfully pass him on its way to nowhere,
the guardian smiles at his kingdom,
and another fallen enters his world.

~to finally have peace once again~