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