Not knowing he could harness them
His mind unwaveringly piercing his destination
Beyond logic, beyond hesitation.
He let go off wards of gold lying
By the wayside as wanderers plundered
And he walked with me by his side
Towards his goal unencumbered.
Now and then he broke into playful chatter,
Sometimes he smiled, sometimes he laughed,
Sometimes with a gleam he spoke of his desires
And sometimes he shed tears, assuaging his fears.
His nobility was lion-like,
His leap of faith unbounded,
He seized every opportunity
To get him close to what he wanted.
Sometimes we met by the pools of sorrow
And sometimes we bathed in Champagne
Not knowing what I meant to him
I spurred him on undaunted.
He giggled when he felt threatened
And he laughed when he was scoffed
But more than that he showered love everywhere
And that was not naught, it was oft.
His heart widened as his vision encompassed the world,
His hands worked tirelessly towards his goal
And lo and behold! One day he called me
And unshielded his creation;
Not even the Almighty could have crafted one
Of such beauty and precision.
And admiring I said to him: "Now what is it that you seek?"
And he said that the road is endless
Smiling from cheek to cheek;
Now day and night he labours
To craft king-like his visions bold
And his dreams he has harnessed
For all the wayside gold he could have sold.
I sometimes tousle his hair,
Teasing him about his past impetuousness
And he snarls lion-like
With another leap of faith.
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