Hermes
Hermes – you have kissed this soul
with a love of the distant reach,
placed your winged sandals
upon his feet at birth,
and thrust the whispering winds
to ride beneath his breath,
lest he forget the constancy
of his true nature.
You have placed in his mind
the musical play of sun and shadow,
the speed of wit,
the joy of divine intent;
and in his heart
a blue flame
for the unknown,
the unexplored,
the unadulterated.
So finely tuned
his will for life
births a fierce tenacity
seldom witnessed in this world;
the burn for adventure
rising there,
almost more than his body
can bear –
beautiful and refined as it is.
Mountains and deserts
calling, calling –
“Movement, challenge, freedom,”
he cries;
a restless spirit
in a fast-paced universe
of his own design.
the beckoning of far away dreams
you, Hermes, have placed
mercilessly, lovingly, in his soul.
And the still point
one might call home?
The place of belonging?
Only he can know.
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