Strange and wild his laughter-silvered cry; alone he navigates the heavy silent blue inventing each new hour, impaled on a ray of sun.
On the doorstep of invisible, he shatters nothingness -- a glide, a dive β heβs gone beyond his presence behind a dense gray cloud.
Then suddenly a splash, a rupture of seaβs smooth smile, then a wheeling soaring swing and heβs flung into the shouting wind.
With easy grace he defies the sanctity of space, rides relentless tides, a fearless spirit ever rising, disappearing like a dream lost in waking, like a mood forgotten in the passing field of time.