estevao

he's the snow chiming down in powdered shards
mirroring Another's light.
There is greatness in his humble smile,
and power in his unwavering tone
his song dumbs birds, and coddles the child
It whispers hope to the aged and peace to the pained
His heart is great, his soul unyielding

Not many creatures are as he,
and not many will ever know one like he
He the wallflower, who whistles out his days watching
quietly and deep in thought

he plays ping pong with himself
one's-up an invisible a million times over at any game
he escapes into worlds of wonder
and wonders how his own game will play

and he is my better in so many ways
a younger man, yes, but an older in days.