If you can see what I cannot
and hear, no words, my quiet thoughts
then guide me down the paths you tread.
Teach me to find a single thread.
How you can say – before it’s said –
is enough to turn my head.
You know my heart like it’s your own,
and never let me walk alone.
How did you become so wise?
Teach me to see through wider eyes.
I know, from seeing what you’ve been,
there is nothing in the world like a friend.
~written for Liesl (she knows who she is), several years ago (guessing 2007? 2008?)