I Stand, Watching Over You

I stand, watching over you

In a dim lit room, the silence, the stillness

As you sleep, my thoughts move through the space between us

Softly, sweetly they approach the doorway 

Seeds in one hand, tightly grasped

The other hand empty, yet ready

With warm palm lines crossing and stretching from however, to whenever, to wherever

Opening the door, seeing a boundless world of anything

Time standing still, as still as I stand, watching over you

Seeking to plant all that I have

Seeds in hand, not all my own

Some seeds from there, some from back then

Others from yet to be, but all from up there

Sifted through wisdom, these few remain, yet plenty

Each chosen with a purpose clear, to take root in this place, unbound

Nourished with the soil of peaceful slumber

Watered by the rain that falls

As I stand watching over you

I plant each seed with steadfast care

The soft ground opening, eagerly reaching from my hand

It grasps quickly as I plant, my pace hastens to match

My other hand free, palm held patiently upwards, ready 

Only begun, yet already growing beyond imagination

Each seed, with a purpose, a boundless garden

For you who sleeps so silently, and makes the rain fall

A garden to supply your journey to where your heart leads 

Safe from a world that would seek to trample, what was so carefully planted

With seeds from struggle, seeds of hope, seeds for your dreams

The greatest gift I can give, as I stand watching over you

A garden of anything, of everything you want to be

With colors unseen, sounds unheard, tasting life abundant

For you, to live and go wherever you want, it is my deepest prayer

But if you lose your way, and you slip and fall from your garden

Take my other hand, I kept it free and ready, palms upward 

To catch you, to guide you back to your dreams

Whenever, however, wherever you find yourself, my son

We will plant another garden together, you and I

So let not a tear fall from your eyes

I promise, my dear son, the time will come for tears, you will see

Save them for the one that will make the rain fall, when they sleep

As you stand watching over them

© 2011 Damien Malone