Sedated
As zephyr
in sprinting feral
over the dry land.
Chaste aquamarine
of ocean deep and
the zeniths of unseen trees.
An undomesticated tide
in the rivulet that is captured
in a stone garden of insane.
He is willow in night
that bows back and forth
but never separates
with strain.
In crisis he suggests the hand
of morality even when others
would crave to go
the effortless turnpike.
He is the hand
that mentors me in rejected night
a friend with no voice
but a boulder to encompass.
As wind is native, he is routine and pliable.
A loyal sapphire solider
of the tranquility
who helps me to remain solid.
Undomesticated by union
but dauntless in ways
of understanding.
He is the willow
that stands peaceful
in the eclipse.
Serene
but forever there
when you need him.
