Don’t get me wet, keep me dry, I really do prefer nice clear skies. Twist and turn, push and release, I’m used to tell your friend a Myriad of things. Near or far, wherever you are, I help close the gap between there and back.

Every night as you rest your head, I'm lurking down at the end of your bed. Bind me with leather or let me be free, I'll leave some prints to follow me.

I'm unused at night, I'm up off the ground. I host those in flight, at many homes in your town.

A silent rusty courier in scarlet tide, I hitch a ride where breath resides. In blade or blood, I play my part, A metal mind, in a beating heart.

Though I drop, I’m not in danger, I steady ships, not stir up anger. In sea or speech, I hold the floor Strong and still, I am an