The Jester and the Lady

The jester and the lady

There is a rustling,

I think I am asleep or in some way shrouded,

The room is dark glinting of blue and gold,

Small things flash in a candlelit cloud.

I hear the voices of two,

They speak in whispers of outcry,

These two I know so well,

They have grown before my eyes.

One, she is tall and dark,

Tones of honey in her word,

Two, he is clear eyed, clear of mind,

A safeguard to all that is absurd.

Nothing in life is like this,

I rest oh so deep,

These two stand my sentries,

My lights lit they do keep.