Poetry to songs - this wasn't a poem that I had in the bank it was something I have written at the time. 


The world knocks loud like a storm at my gate
Each face a wave, each voice a weight
I fold my map and let the compass spin
The walls I built, they hold me in

The moonlight paints the quiet floor,  a sacred stillness I can't ignore
I breathe in stars, exhale the haze, The world can wait for other days

Every corner aligned, every thread in its place
Every thought polished clean, no chaos to chase
The earth may spin, but here I stay
A sovereign of order in disarray

I am the keeper
The watcher
The flame
No one to answer
No one to name

In my silent kingdom
I wear the crown
No need to rise
No need to bow down
The echoes fade
The clock unwinds
Alone is peace
Alone is mine

KEEPER

Ricky D White