Night's Guardians Poem by elysabeth faslund

Annointed Guardians leave
Twilight choirs of birds-
Voices-between worlds...
Cresting, falling, into
Both...

Rising with the Moon...
Setting with the Sun...

Calling. Lilting lullabies
Weaving, beckoning,
'Come to me now.
Shades of the world
Awaken. Walk.
Hush, little one.
Do not fear.
Passings of tree souls
Wandering harmless
In their good night.
Come to me now.'

With moonrise and sunset,
Unseen choirs soothe both
Worlds.
Annointed Guardians listen,
Smiling...turn, and spread
Their mantle of sweet
Night.