There are no words to describe a spirt
They are not if this world
Therefore words of this world
Do not do such spirits justice

I know this only after his spirt touched me
Right there in the smallest of moments
It happened in the space between seconds
Only as the Earth stopted in the breath before the blink

The strength of his gaze
The energy behind those twinkling gems
If only he knew the power he held
What actually lived on within himself

His spirt was something profound
It is a shame really that I have no other Earthly words
To describe this heavenly warrior
Who's own passion he has yet to fully realize