A bit free form...but hopefully not too crazy. After all to read this to begin with means you are a little bit mad yourself.
The Stars at His Feet
A whimsical wizard and his smallish ship
Once stole away with his granddaughter in tow
Where they are going we never shall know
But behind the stars their anchor they slip
And journey away to above and below
Sideways and backwards, in the mirror-glass forwards
No enchantment can hold him, no chains may stop him
The mortals that see him, they run and they greet him
Death has no hold, nor enemies' prisons
They shatter and falter and slip in his wake
He's the red in the morning, the sailors warning
The light in the night and the stars delight
The eye of the storm and the oncoming winds
That scatter and rain and cleanse as they come
Snow at Christmas and flowers in Spring
The dead leaves flying and white clouds dancing
There is fire and water and heat and cool
Stern obedience to the Golden Rule
Never do harm and always do good
For nothing give everything, for a slap turn your cheek
Trust melts treachery, for hate give love,
Mistakes can become victories, time isn't stone
A slippery tangle of golden threads, unwritten, rewritten
Woven again, Penelope's loom with a thousand fates
While the madman sails onwards through the stars
Never stopping, always running, battle-scarred survivor
And broken lord, built again from scattered pieces
Old and young, sad and joyful, hopeful and trusting and everlastingly naïve
In suffering comes beauty begetting tempered steel
And always and everywhere a man flies free
Arriving, appearing and vanishing again
Before him comes chaos and behind him lies peace
Time lies in his eyes and the stardust at his feet
Before him loops a long and weary road
But always it's his honor
To bring mercy where he goes