nephil of ancient age,
your flaming sword lights my way,
keeping the dark at bay and the path straight.
watch your footsteps, guardian,
lest you forget your own importance,
wilting feathers from once shiny blades.
let air fill your lungs, the scent of old but strong loves.
let light fill your eyes, glimpses of golden gates.
fill the gaps between your fingers with someone else’s flesh--
gently, with care, the way callouses always are.
you are amazing, worth the weight of a thousand stars,
the way laughter lights up your face,
how smiles find their proper place.
you are the cadence of waterfalls,
hopelessly romantic in your strength and fighting calls.
misty and shrouded and all to yourself,
carefully tucked like a secret into half a dozen hearts.