Your words, like cool water, on a hot summers day,
bid me on to enjoy, to explore and to play.
No strings will you find here, no puppet, or husk,
no jailer or master, but a creature of trust.
Your wishes, like jewels, are but yours to treasure,
not for me to steal, for my own foolish pleasure.
Your dreams are your own, my sweet tender one,
to be realised and nurtured, to grow with the sun.
Possessions? I do not want them too soon do they rust,
decayed and rotted, forgotten in dust.
I take not and ask not, but I offer my hand,
whilst we walk together through unknown lands.
To hold for as long, as our paths coincide,
for help when you stumble, support as you rise.
I offer my wings, should yours start to tire,
to lift you, securely, as we soar ever higher.
I offer my spirit, stout companion is he,
unwavering and loyal, steadfast, yet free.
My role is unknown, my future hidden in mists.
The road that I travel, oft tumbles and twists.
So linger my sweet one, take time from your toils,
rest in the silence, partake of its spoils.
