Stability and a centering balance.
The yin to my yang.
Pulling in my shattered soul,
Relaxing my over stimulated brain.
Someone to talk to,
Whisper all my secrets.
Wrapping protective wings around his charge,
He see's everything.
Looking deep withing my shattered soul,
Putting together the sharpened pieces.
Protective and ever vigilant,
Never blinking an eye.
Spreading gossamer wings,
He watches from up high.
Coming to me when I need my esteem,
When nothing seems right.
He comes in many form's,
The fox to guide me, The man to hold me,
The cat to show my my independence again.
And the hawk to watch me.
Always taking another shape to show me the way.
Protecting me never leading me astray.
Christian I may not be,
But always a guardian, and angel, watches over me.