Guardian of My Heart

In simple quietude we end the day
No need for tender whispers in the dark
Just once you touch my cheek, as if to say
That Father Time has surely left his mark
Then hand in hand we tumble into sleep
I never think to move or draw apart
As through my dreams, however dark or deep
You stand beside me guardian of my heart
My only light and comfort is your face
Its every feature sharp and clearly drawn
And deep inside I pray for one small grace
That we shall both awaken, come the dawn

©️ Jane Jago 2018