Revery

Were I to go, my angel, who would care for you as I do?
Who would love you?
Who would lift you up?
Who would surround and protect you?
Who would build a bulwark before your tender, trusting soul 
And contend with those who wish you ill?

Thus, in my revery, I rise up at dusk.
I wander out amongst the brooding vapors 
Into the farthest reaches of the willows,
Partaking contentedly of the honeyed air,
Surveying all nature as my own,
I gaze blithely skyward through the verdant lattice,
And there an indignant moon, higher yet than I,
Glaring down upon me and no one else, my accuser.
In my vanity I fancied myself your guardian, your savior, your better.
But now search and find no lesser man than I,
No enemy save myself.

Abased, I return again to your side
To bask in your sweet love,
To receive your forgiveness
And resolve to be your adversary no longer.