we're the warriors of the night,
on our watch, love is protected,
let all assailants be at bay,
let his head sink into pillows
and his knee not hurt anymore,
let dreams be revealing and kind,
in a truly yogic posture
let him be nothing while he sleeps
we hold the lamps over the head,
close but not too close with our light,
our weapons are hidden from all
in the scabbards of our own hearts,
we bleed over Persian rugs,
the carpets show off red flowers
we're the warriors of the night,
on our watch, love is protected.
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