Guard the night, weapons tight. Defend the place, walk the space. The first three, on the back, a compliment or assurance. Next three sounds like a dodge, a royce or a sushi.

I am the highest point of a wave's short life, A symbol of status in times of strife. I am found on a helmet, a hill, or a bird, A sign of a lineage, though I'm never heard.

What is known to be able to make two people out of one?

I shimmer where your longing leads, A promise born of burning needs. I paint you gifts you cannot claim, A distant pool without a name. You chase me, though I never stay, I live in heat, then fade away.

Shake me, change me, lend me, tie me. Near things are at me. If I feed you, don't bite me.