Pain escapes
In tears his ink
So light he treads
On air.
World he sees
Never exists, though
Same earth he lives
With celestial integrity
Light wave he travels – imagination
Abnormal he acts, wings never seen
Still so high but,
Attached to the ground:
His imbued humanity.
What enigma
You carry, Oh! Poet
Cloud is a home you live
Mysterious droplets
Of life you collect
Elixir.