Nightly Vigil by L. M. Mercer


Nightly Vigil
By: L. M. Mercer

Sometimes I canít help myself,
I sit up at night and watch you sleep.
Every breath you take, every beat of your heart,
A sign your never-ending battle has been won, for today.
I hold your pale hand in mine, gently cradling it,
My fingertips brush your pulse and it is strong.
I slide my finger slowly across your brow, pushing it behind your ear,
Moving your hair off your face, allowing me to see your closed eyes.
I pull the covers up and smooth the layers out,
Tucking them in around you, tightly, to insure you will be warm.
Leaning over, I kiss your cheek and inhale your scent,
Standing, I walk away and return to my own bed, and finally sleep.

About the Author

Even though she has been writing for some time, L. M. Mercer has never had her work viewed by the public at large. She had mainly used writing as a release for her stressful existence (never intending for others to read her poems), but was badgered into submitting some pieces by friend and coworker, Kevin Magnus, who told her to 'Stop wasting your talent'. While never admitting to him that she is very grateful for his badgering, she will henceforth share with us her talent, both lyrical and oft times somber, now that she is our newest contributor to the "World of Myth".

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