Merlin
Through the flurry of colour, and strokes,
at the end of the tunnel filled with art,
in the square room full of gods and Fae of the times old,
I saw him, me, him, me, him, me,
Merlin.
Not yet a man old, wise, sporting a silver beard,
but the young man full of wonder,
learning still to control his fire,
this element of power to wield.
A young man learning about the frail balance of the world,
the balance of good and bad, the yin and yang of his time.
I saw myself in his eyes trying to understand this world of mine,
the unwritten rules of this space and time I fell into.
As he is learning to wield his fire, I am learning to wield mine,
find the line between too little and too much.
Between too loud and too quiet, too strong and too weak.
The sweet spot of existence where you can feel complete.
-- inspired by the beautiful drawing of Marie Brožová Wizard Merlin
