the sentinels

[ellyssian]

the sentinels
by Everett A Warren
May 19, 1999

like pillars
they stand
against the backdrop
of dreams
singing in tones arranged in infinite arrays
harmonies
peaceful - painful
dissonances
too beautiful to remember
upon waking

so easily do they lose
their cyclopean stature
amidst the images cascading
from recesses of the dreamer's mind
that few will see them
and less recall
and fewer still will admit the sight

for some they are but a nightmare
on the verge of pleasantries
or making pale their fondest horror
for they move to mathematics unknown to man
and they are amongst the few
to fathom the heart of the dreamer

it is said that they bear no bribe
and that those who thwart them dream no more
but for this i can only wonder
for they stand astride the steps of Deepest Slumber
a basalt stair well worn
not by my feet alone
i speak no prayer
nor dreams to draw their notice
and thus i pass unhindered

and when i sleep but lightly
and dream but little shallow vignettes
i sense their knowing and their being
glowing dancing dreaming
and i sense their souls and mine
are one

Copyright (c) 1999 Everett A Warren