armour

I have been blessed to realize:
Certain people in the Circle hold candles,
old wispy angels, inside their bright bejeweled eyes.
When perchance these people's auras enter mine,
I see no other aspect first,
before their eyes seek mine or mine seek theirs;
My fears are tempered by their tiny armoured iron suits,

whilst they waver, ever-so-slightly,

                                                 comforting my demons in moon-stroked allies 

thank you, Alison; thank you, Karen : for your links in my Circles for your Hearts for your friendship