Like a man
but not in blood
agility and grace
like a cat
or a river
or the beating of a drum
in the rhythm of a dance
in the fluid endless time
eyes are sharp
thick with knowledge
and a sense
of what comes close
heart of pure
never given
to another
not a lover
but a fighter
for the chaste
and the beauty
for a reason to be strong
hunts bane life
for a sense
of what's real
but feels a longing
for the waves
draws him close
to the sea
to the vast endless space
and what waits
the other side
but for the moment
he looks on
to the people he must help
recognized
or just passed by
it's still the mission
of his life.