A Boy from the Valley {Poems}

The Watcher

My guardian, my guide, my protector
shines light into the dark
the reason i see, she is the main factor

her snowish skin,
her grey eyes
she makes me the safest i have ever been.

though some days she may go,
but i know she is still there,
in the shadows every month, i yearn to see her glow.

without her i don't think i could cope
Luna her name be.
My one true source of hope