There was a silent man who spoke to me

He had enslaved hands and wrote for free

I starred into his eyes in his stillest moment

He walked with trees and flew the breeze

He had yet to move not for any please

He helped me find my watch to time him

Not even his reflection would dim

He drank my blood with a sealed mouth

I was careful to watch for garments of the south

He told me my name was on his palm

That is what made my river calm

I took him out for dinner and he followed

Yet he never moved his food was swallowed

He showed me the rainbow of women and men

He had multiple reflections yet no twins

There was a giant snow storm

He fed me a strand of his hair and I became warm

I killed this man forgetting the vexation of his call

He never moved but the garden, what a venomous fall