Watered with sorcery for its beauty to grow.
Snowflakes across his eyes� dreaming gaze,
Imagining sunny gardens through the haze.
Lofty aroma of fantasy-flowers bouquet,
By gusting winds of thought swept away.
Mind on thoughts flying above consciousness,
Through soft memory-cloud�s tender caress.
Whispering breeze stroking his long dark mane,
Air currents fondling his slender elegant frame.
Not content with merely being in beauty�s thrall,
A longing stirs within to share it with another soul.
Compelling song lures him though not knowing why,
He charms it in turn singing a song back at the sky.
Long dark hair that flows down to his waist like a stream of dark midnight sky dancing on every breeze like raven black silk. Set within the fine delicate features of his pale skinned face are two blue eyes that look like a reflection of the blue sky which can be dark an threatening, light and compassionate or cool like ice. His white loose fitting clothing like his hair moves with every breeze like turbulent clouds in the roaring wind, while the gold thread gleams in the light like a sunny afternoon. The sight of him is beautiful, dreamy and serene but with a hidden power, like the gentle breeze that might become the raging hurricane or the serene snowfall that might become the deadly ice storm or an hidden power that is as awesome as the vastness of the sky.
Inner Beauty:
Dreams float through his mind like clouds move through the sky, often thinking and gazing at something unseen. His mind is serene like the clear sky and his heart is as gentle as a soft breeze. He has a disliking for violence and battle preferring to find a solution in words rather then action and uses his force of personality, presence and beauty rather then a knife or a sword. But should his anger be roused for any reason he can become like the storm that rages rather then the gentle breeze and has no qualms about using violence if left no other option. Yet he may also turn as cold and silent as the storm is turbulent. Signalling an icy calculated form of anger.
All the beauty he has himself he enjoys in others and his surroundings. He loves beauty as he loves life and holds both dear, his passion is deep as the sea and as lofty as the skies. He more easily relates to men then to women, finding it easier to share his experiences with them and finds women too different to relate to in both personality and form.