The Spirit Beside You

Everyone has a Guardian Angel...

Each evening
As the dying sun
Rests upon the sea,
Cascading waves
Against guarded cliffs
Is where that boy will be.
The water
Rushes into caves
Under cloudless skies,
And through the foliage
This boy comes
Vast Ocean before his eyes.
He walks up to
The highest point
Not knowing what he’ll find,
Not looking back
And happy for
The life he left behind.
Then darkness falls
And all else fails
He has no sense to guide,
With all my power
There is a whisper
“I’m always at your side.”