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.