Thank you my own

On this mystical path I am blessed

but you, my own, who will have

when i think of it?

The thoughts of you around 

that you will be there

frees me from acts of shame and sham

from crime and eternal cries

For all timely support

through thick and thin

you tack me in night and bright 

like the early morning dew on the tendrils

before the damsels awake to fetch water 

from the wells and oases to nurture

You bless my countenance fallen

like you have always done

ever faithful ever assured

even when I was a stranger

now your love

your own

... thank you my own.

© Emperor Leander David

Dedicated to Proph 25.6.2019