Lonely, he’d wander through cowed crowd,
awaiting comprehension's rays,
with warmth, complicity endowed -
beamed circlet lighthouse dream replays.
Unused to being understood,
deep insight into others bored,
the trees he saw, ignored not wood
nor would - for blinkers he abhorred.
Rejecting pinions, hot-air steam,
against life's gales hale see free stride,
beyond cross-purposes, hope's stream
all bridges crossed, but few abide
beside him, worthy, as if team
teemed more in mind, for most, ghost blind,
prefer free-ride to truth they deem
a double-bind he'd leave behind.
Hope's scope endangered, disavowed,
rebuilding disappointed schemes,
he’d thread paths strange, by most unploughed -
oft scorned by, scorning, dark extremes.
Absent present, head in cloud
world windy winds while surface calm
veils strong emotions, soul unbowed,
yet ever seeking soothing balm.
Deceptive calm. His tenets try
to understand and to translate,
so all unite, so none fight shy
of fighting prejudice and hate.
Discriminating wrong from right
he’d sought to questions answers which
heed open ways enlightened, might
seed needs’ fulfillment keyed and rich.
If his ideals intense, avowed
ideas, ideals, seem seldom shared,
all are important, though aloud
opinions harsh are rarely aired.
A sense of purpose has withstood
positions frozen - chosen door
open on mission, inner good
opposing pride and rotten core.
Ignorant idols unkowtowed,
he wanders on and wonders much
why most dream themes seem disallowed,
come at a price too few dare touch.
Against the 'current', with the stream
of light and life he'd soar serene,
is it surprising that strong gleam
stayed long unshared ?
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