The tall man watching her move is unaware
That she sees him as clear as day
In the deep of night
Sometimes almost close enough to touch but he has no
Face of welcome to her eyes
He doesn’t, cannot show that so
Does he smile or frown upon her
Drawing closer drives her further away
Afraid he may hurt someone who she loves
He acts as a guardian with no features
The drawing closer could be anything you say
As he tries to speak but is misunderstood
That he patrols her world wanting only to help
A warning from beyond the wall he cannot pass
Unable to show and say his name
He is merely the guardian, the dove for her peace
Notice is not necessary for his work
And other forms can be taken for this beings duty
Ailsa
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