The world keeps turning, an undending cycle of fear
Still the wind brushes ribbons of hope that I feel and hear
The rain pours down the blood of those who fought
Yet the light of the future let down its clear sky on the lot
I've heard many stories, legends of the past
Its words giving me the courage to fly fast
Bringing forth the hidden strength of courage inside me
Something I want the whole world, and him, to see
His fragile face covered in the diamond-like drops of the sea
The limp form that inspired my true self to flee
Even after he gave me that trademark cold, lost stare
I knew there was a burden we both had to bear
The powerful machine he called his soul
That thing he needed to reach his goal
Was the reason he kept going
But the inner care for his cause, something he'd never show, kept flowing
Our meetings were shallow and brief
For he'd always disappear before we could meet
Was he hiding from me? I did not know
Yet, I shrugged it off and searched for him wherever I go
When he fought, his purpose was the only thing clear
That "perfect soldier" aura was always probable to appear
His hidden feelings, that second half, immediately left me breathless
And I was the first to notice his overbearing goodness
Since then, the ocean has regained its serenity
And the stars in the night sky shine with a renewed integrity
I still find him at its shoreline, trying to rid his scars of the past
And I'm there with him, for the miracles he created will alwyas last
~Fin~
Author's Note: Another poem yours truly just had to create
within an hour....~_~ Hope you enjoyed!!