It is you, oh tangled chain
that I cannot live without
For you, jangling in my memory
and not jingling in my purse
halt my world
You dangle before the silk screen of my mind
casting shadows of doubt
questioning your whereabouts
and I simply cannot leave.
It is you, oh silver, rusted star
encrusted with broken jewels
who lights the darkness
to beckon me toward my vessel
You who opens doors
To the happiness of home
And locks my muscles with your Gold
medal of a gym card swinging
gracefully upon your rings.
Provider of entry to happy open roads
Warrior guarding the gates into my fortress
Tiny trinket of unknown value until you’re lost
Never leave me again.
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