Who is this man of mystery—
This stranger from worlds afar?
He escapes my frame of reference,
And fails to fit my templates.
Unmoored, he traverses where he wishes,
Steadfast to a singular objective.
His manner is coarse yet cultured.
His speech is rough; his ideas refined.
Rash in moments but wholly devoted,
He breaks the rules with utter tenderness.
He stirs the old feeling of protection in me,
And in meditation, I ponder:
Will we sail to distant shores together,
Or will he vanish like those before him?
My instinct tells me the latter,
As our vantages are quite different:
While I seek harbor in contemplation
He finds solace in distraction.
I shelter inside my castle,
While he chases airships in the sky.