Quiet companion, who questions nothing
and covers me like a quilt
when I'm feeling the veiled ambivalence
only a hasty human mind could manufacture.
Shifting, but ever present,
you weave your weathered wisdom
into my every last moment
and respond to those unspoken sentiments.
Your darkness, your bright, the space inbetween,
all harmonious in their effect
and even when your storms seem so storm
their morning brings a clarity no-one else could offer.
Silent solitude, orderly mayhem and masked meaning,
I am your student until I die.
You are the only one in this life who will never depart
and your love is so vast, my sky.
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