Gentle the touch as waking winds
billow the curtain’s furling gate.
As spoken thoughts always ponder
in search of one’s own chosen fate.

A life did fill the emptiness
within the pit of my hunger.
Where smiles and hugs did take away
the fears of flashes and thunder.

A sentinel, a confidant
a fount of wisdom from within.
A place to share a thought or two
of then or now, this man of men.

I’ll keep a spirit at my side
when needed rest does take to dreams.
As waters fall into the pool
of crystal falls and cool clear streams.

I love you, O king of my heart
forever I shall kneel before.
As mountains rise before the sea
and waves caress the windward shore.