Sentry of the Heart

He is a Roman coin taking on human form

A mass of silver curls

Sits atop his noble head

He smiles kindly as

the catchlights in his eyes

fire with warmth

His chin raised in triumph.

His skin is golden

and calms the harshness

of reality

A full beard neatly

frames his face

He is at peace

with his world

 a majestic sentry for the heart,

Ignoring the siren call

of money

fame and success.

Never breaking from

faith in his own self-taught beliefs

He remains committed

to something outside the self

And as far as we know

Those who are watching him,

He never becomes

an enemy of his soul or spirit.

May 12, 15, & 16, 2014 Self-prompted