We walk in three worlds at a time

and our paths are destined not to meet. One thing is certain though.

We are from the same seed of a thought

that was given 

to the third one who is walking by us

in tempests and nights,

in days when dark and white,

a paradox that walks with us to shield and guide. 

The third one knows where we are going

carrying a lamp but not seeing a shadow.

When we stop

the third one stops,

not in wonder

but to keep in step

lest we get lost 

all over again.