The
Sentinel
He
moves from this one to the next
Seemingly
without purpose yet deep in his thoughts
They
seek him out for his wisdom and his knowledge
For
what he can give them
The
pleasure that he gives his own needs unclear
He
has no need to pursue
He
has had so many
Though
I am one of the few
Who
has touched his heart
By
Prerafaelite © June 2001.