His silent simmering
Was a beacon
For those adrift

For those who swayed
Upon the currents of dreams
For the far-away travelers
Engulfed, by silent peril

He rationed his words
Through a labyrinth of verse
Through the treacherous bends
Of careless chatter

Inward he dove
Unfazed and quiet
As the watchful hordes
Simmered
In desperate longing