Who Is He

Who is he who skips the mountains crest and in the forest takes his play who wanders flowering meadows blest and paints her majestic peaks by day Who roars like a bear emerging from his den rises from the sun rays shadow and walks within the misty glen He casts his pigment panegyric to adorn to the art of beauty has his soul he's sworn Plaited music to the rising hills and lack of virtue does lament insinuates the want of justice in images our minds can print He bubbles forth like fountains which escapes the rocky cleft one cannot ignore his passings without him our cores bereft Thought frightening his acquired skills he's hidden his gems within so blinding is his casing the breadth of imagination there begin Who is he who opens his hands to show the colors of his world whose arms are the strength of captains where the banners lay unfurled So casts his umbra like a rainbows wake through the veil of his heart does life partake And madden hearts of maidens blazed the trails of his quest in rich diversity is he laden what is his name , have you guessed Some have named him legend and to his core he's prime he's entertained the multitudes deep is the well of captured mind I put forth the question where can his like be found his grace upon inspection and in it's wax be drown The edges of his borders are not yet mapped and plain for he has concealed traits he has buried deep within He seems not to understand the skills he's left untapped another side that's left alone within it's fear is capped So in my words I've framed him a lesser picture of his soul I counted him among the men where womens hearts have been made whole Whilst I realize this is one of those short diversions from what I usually write while I know he does not see himself this way many do.......but this is how I see him COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC