We The Keepers
Under dim glow of a bedside light
I linger as day draws close to night
Gazing o're a bed as it cradles it's sleeper
Standing guard while one slumbers
deeper and deeper.
This sleeper does not sleep to dream
For this slumber is not as it may seem.
Lying vacantly still in a hospital room
The sleeper decays. This bed is her tomb.
I dream for this sleeper to awaken
From the coma by which her dreams were taken.
As night closes in I stand patiently waiting
For the sleeper to wake from a coma abating.
Darkness falls upon the hospital floor
And stretches down the corridor
Each room enclosing dreamless sleepers
While the awakened watch over, for we are their keepers.
In rows of chambers one-by-one
With stony trance they slumber on.
Though keepers dwell on deep regret
Faith for revival fades not yet.
By stillness of the early morn
Hope for the sleepers is reborn
With truth and love as remedy
For their souls' serenity.
We have faith, yet cannot know
If eyes will wake at morning's glow.
Dawning of awakened sleepers -
The tireless dream of we the keepers.