A sentinel in white <br />Guarding a providential birth rite <br />Like a ferocious lioness to her den <br />Even as the hourglass of life seeps her sands of time <br />A wilting flower no butterfly settles on <br />A lighthouse with a crumbling edifice <br />That has withstood the wrath of briny winds <br />The rugged edifice of a Portuguese church <br />Emptied of her communal congregation <br />A gallant crusader in shining armor <br />With lethal blades of love and shields of honor <br />Plodding knee deep in soggy marshes of modernity <br />A man sporting a smile on his face <br />Walking in communes of masked intruders <br />With an honesty that transcends <br />Even the echoes of a confessional <br />A man with no history <br />Searching valiantly to be chiseled in history <br />To be summoned by fate <br />To embark on an inimitable journey <br /> To find his own version of serendipity <br />At long last..........<br /><br />Dilantha Gunawardana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-of-the-mohicans/
