And my world

Grows silent like

Dusk over the

Ocean a lapping

Tide my only

Reminder of the

Surf which once

Pounded my beach

Laying in calm

I now listen

To nothing wondering

What sounds you

Hear swords striking

Armor neighs and

Winnies of charging

Horses as you

Battle the demons

Of your day

Come back to

Me weary and

Worn and I

Will caress your

Wounds with salve

Readying you for

Your next tomorrow