honey and sting

Cool as cucumber in a tall drink on a summer's day,
languid as a breeze, sharp as wit at court that rends as often
as it entertains: the man of law in repose.

Each life takes its theme from a hidden alchemy
of earth, fire, water, wind, of stories told and dreams foretold,
of pain, both inflicted and stumbled on,
of some ecstasy or charge that makes it real,
that takes the scattered nightmare of embodied life
and turns it into sense.

He spins, just so, this sense into a calm and wide
philosphy. Though constant in his call, he entertains the lyer
and the thief, the lover and the rogue.

Immortal only means
you've time to sing another verse.
And the song continues on.
And the song continues on.