A Lion Stands Watch

Many say that nightmares
are nothing more than a dream.
They claim that there
is no meaning to be found.

Many accuse us of overthinking
the thoughts that arrive in the night.
They laugh at our fears
saying the monsters are in our head.

They will never know
the terror that we see.
They will never watch
our lives fall to hell.

I used to be afraid,
now I am no more.
For I have a Guardian Angel
ready to attack intruding dreams.

She stands tall and proud
waiting by my side.
She doesn't close her eyes
unless mine are wide open.

She will hug me when I'm scared;
caress me when I'm worried.
She will always be my friend
forever and ever.

My Nala shoos away the nasty thoughts
that try to take advantage of my fears.
My Nala will watch over me with love.
My Nala helps me find sleep at last.

And if anyone still will claim
that there is not a thing to worry for;
I tell them they are right,
For my Nala keeps them at bay.

Clock Control

The clock stands still for just a moment,
the world comes to a pause.
The silence is so peaceful,
We wish it would last forever.

But after just a moment,
the clock ticks yet once more.
The hands continue their journey,
the moment is now gone,

We live each day with our clock,
we decide how fast it goes.
We can change our world,
before the minute hand moves if we try.

We can take the needed time,
to appreciate each second as it does pass us.
Or, we can let it all rush on by,
and wallow in the chances that we gave up.

Ever-flowing Honey

The stifling heat surrounds us,
secretly cooking the egg and tuna salads.
A child's shriek of glee
ripples within the empty air.

The Sabbatical peace twinkles
its soft serenity upon the world.
The earth laughs in uncontrolled giddiness
as we roll in its green blanket.

Life quickly tumbles upside down.
The heaven is shredded by man-made clouds forced to hurtle towards the innocent below.
The child's shrieks take on a different tune
as it is drowned out by the wailing siren of death.

The land flows with the stickiness of blood instead of honey,
as together we listen in sheer horror.
Sitting ducks in an open field;
the table is our only hope.

The child softly whimpers
as we realize it is now our last.
I say goodbye to a mother across the ocean
and tremble at the thought of owning up to my sins.

Suddenly, a calming breeze takes to the daylight
and swiftly covers me in its fuzzy robe.
I feel a presence unseen by the naked eye,
as I hear a voice that is not there.

"I'm here. It will all be ok."
the ghost softly whispers into my ear.
I rise, proud of a heritage that no war can defeat
I rise together with my dearly missed sister.