Keeper Of This Night Poem by Mark Heathcote

Keeper of this night wards me to the light
To the hearth that keeps me warm,
Keeper of the stars leaves 'just one lit'
And guide me to where flames burn bright.

To the hearth that keeps me warm,
Guide me to where these chard fires spit
And rekindle but never die or leave you cold.
Keeper of the oceans surrounds me and you

He is the shoreline ever exceeding its stay
Where all-over footsteps are washed away,
The one last island to remain after the storm
The one last harbour that still can save you

Keeper of the desert where cacti stand tall
Catches even the prickliest when they fall
He remains demonstrably small, indivisible to all
Like the lightning in a swashbuckling storm

He's the keeper of the hearth that warms me
He is the shoreline ever exceeding its stay,
Calling near and far, near and far
To you and me sail this way.