The Sentinel

In the vigil that I keep
With those who only seem to sleep
Birds herald the arrival of the dawn
As Balthazar comes to Babylon.
Though still the shadows of the night
Bestir the brightness of new light,
I feel the tremor on my hands
Along the boundary of these lands
Of mystic forces following him
Across the desert's giant rim
To meet the city with the sun;
Another day of life's begun
Which brings upon this caravan
The dream of hope within the man.