He is.....

Tresses falling black as raven feathers
glistening flowing through gentle breezes
as a flag to identify his colours
lest his presence be lost
in the humdrum of life
Angular rugged face
yet serenity graces his countenance
spellbinding to contemplate
without a trace of pride

Deep wells as that of the ocean
in parts unknown to man
kindness yet renown wisdom
grace the inner most places
Arms as strong as Rose branches
matured yet not overgrown
open palm fronds beckoning
offering save haven within

Without haughty stature
is a frame bejewelled
with priceless gems
gold and silver in abundance
Upon two magnificent cedars
strong and unwavering
pillars of alabaster
mixed with gold and clay
at their bases

He is all this and more
He is........

Ch'erie de Perrott
Copyright 2005