O’ companion of my path, O’ witness of my solitude,
O’ confidant of my heart’s quiet interlude,
The keeper of my secrets, the mirror of my soul,
The flame that lights my darkness, the piece that makes me whole.
Walk with me through tempests, through dawns yet undefined,
Be the cadence to my footsteps, the anchor of my mind;
For every road is hollow where thy presence is not near,
And every rising morning feels empty without thee here.
Be not a fleeting shadow that time may sweep away,
But the substance of my being, my night transformed to day;
I am but a question, unfinished, still in part,
Thou art the final answer engraved upon my heart.
If life itself be music, then thou art every line,
The reason and the rhythm, the pulse of the divine;
Without thee all is silence, a verse forever torn,
With thee, the world becomes a dawn, eternal and reborn.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 3:35 AM UTC
O’ companion of my path, O’ witness of my solitude,
O’ confidant of my heart’s quiet interlude,
The keeper of my secrets, the mirror of my soul,
The flame that lights my darkness, the piece that makes me whole.
Walk with me through tempests, through dawns yet undefined,
Be the cadence to my footsteps, the anchor of my mind;
For every road is hollow where thy presence is not near,
And every rising morning feels empty without thee here.
Be not a fleeting shadow that time may sweep away,
But the substance of my being, my night transformed to day;
I am but a question, unfinished, still in part,
Thou art the final answer engraved upon my heart.
If life itself be music, then thou art every line,
The reason and the rhythm, the pulse of the divine;
Without thee all is silence, a verse forever torn,
With thee, the world becomes a dawn, eternal and reborn.
