Be still, my friend, think pretty thoughts of dusk. <br />Let sunset touch you with its righteous warmth. <br />No matter that blue rises from the fields, <br />For it is mere and fleeting as a dream. <br /> <br />I hold you safe from everything profane. <br />Only your shadow lingers on the frost. <br />Like an old tune that gives its very best, <br />It fights for the suggestion of itself. <br /> <br />Previously published, 'Poetry Depth Quarterly'<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hold-you-safe/
