Keeping watch

A sparkle in his eyes, so wise
watching over with many guises
who keep their eyes
on you.

There’s a corncob tied in his flowery hair
believed to be magical by some indian prayer
made to know what lies ahead out there
for you.

You’re a virgin to the darkened night
of street corner lust and neon lights,
where the jester’s angry and the mermaid’s undressed
the devil’s eye watching at the queen’s own request.

The lion sleeps quietly in the blowing wind
as his elf looks away, but listens in
to the mandolin's strum of a private love,
the wind’s eye always watching from high above:

‘cause sometimes you tend to reach too far
grabbing that first bright evening star,
at peace of mind with a frivolous tongue
his eyes will twinkle with a believing love.
then you’ll ponder the passion of a true virgin kiss,
tilting your head slightly, about to feel the touch of his lips...

... but with his guises faithfully watching
he becomes assured of his power
as you bowed your head innocently,
at peace with a flower.