* For my friend, Alex.
The silken web, woven for protection, offers little against man’s caprice.
Try as I might, I do nothing to soften my calluses.
Shards of glass aimed at my heart, warn me of impending danger.
Yet, when an old soul still dreams, it is a good thing, young one.
Faith in Man, even now, lives in your heart, astounding me.
Your strength will take you further than I dare go. So soar with my blessing.
Dream your dreams; live them when you awaken to your magical world.
Carry the prayers of your ancestors in your backpack, and walk well with guardian angels.
I have watched you from afar, and been inspired to let you live without my fear.
So, I cannot take this journey with you; I have one of my own.