Be
the fourth wheel my journeys
need to take me places
never someone with many faces
but the hand that holds tight
the violin with music to my ears
I wouldn’t want to put away
when my thoughts are in disarray
who helps me getting through
the magician of many tricks
standing patiently by the brim
dipping into my hut when slim
even chances are for finding hope
the amber glowing in the ashes
of wrong doing and wrong choices
the loudest of all the voices
in the choir of paths, ways and sidewalks
the water I immerse my entire self into
beside you my pinkest of all carnations
the ground for feasts and celebrations
I soar to my highest highs from.
Be you as you have always been
the one you answer all SOSs
the light I follow travelling places
that keeps me moving and never fades.
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