We hardly know each other, my friend and I,
There is just this feeling that draws me there. Impossible
To ignore in any reality only creates confusion . . .
Somehow I feel we can heal each other . . . Somehow.
I don't even know why I would want to do that . . . crusty
Old goat that he is makes it hard to approach . . . Yet something
In that sort-of smile, half wisdom half distain, gives confidence
Comfort, dissolution of fear!
Patriarch of the mountains, of nature, tribal protector, given to
Natural instinct. . . providing . . . fierceness to enable tenderness . . .
Succumbing to limbic desire . . . overcoming insurmountable
Challenge to stasis creates conflict only overcome by pain
To sacrifice ones life for the betterment of others is noble!
So what of the rebel that loses the rebellion?
Is the sacrifice any less noble?
What of those who "plow the sea," winning nonetheless?
Dark, strong, man of intense contrast
Can one who lives so strongly understand subtlety?
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