The Quite Spirit
With folded arms and melancholy face.
He stared into space.
With creamy glazed brown eyes.
The dreamy trance was immortalized.
His regretful past hung over him like a grateful shadow.
Expressing his opinions was the only thing that kept him single.
And to me, he’ll always be the eagle that soars, the wind that blows, the sun rises, and the moon that glimmers.
This man will have my love, my respect, and trust forevermore.
And he’ll always be the Quiet Spirit.
B.W. Harold
