Idiot savant...?
Homage in a round eye
Sillier to compose, a safety with its day, reliant?
Misery is such a formal taint, to the legend of life...

Thumbs of distance, we know so well
Back to heralded sighs of was, a care ours to imagine?
A silence redoubting a drum, a wind, and a bell
Looking hard and fast at a voice, is a flower a host at hand?

Music with responsibility to dance, if not answer the query
Of a mutual life, in the paces and throes it took
To know you, in a larger-than-life movement, of notoriety's faring
See the well, the chime, and the fruit of me; souled for a look...

An instinct alive in peoples wishes, with a solitary terror?
Here is the twain, in name and praise...
Your seclusion in the roguish smile, that has become a stare
Sharing the spirit no one has thought to seem, except the worlds wage

Prices of patience, and the next in kin...
Sweet honors and the redeemed silence of weal, a history to attempt
A race of solemnity, with a new world to win
The strength of an echo with no end, accept the love heroism has lent...

What comes next, for a friend and their firey embrace?
Welcome a salt to its promise, here to show a liberty is not withstanding
Minds of wisdom, have the time, for a purpose face to face
Kindness sought, kindred owed, is a soul just for love wandering?