The tears flowed to the side of the misty pane
From which I observed a man in the drizzling rain.
Solitary: as a bird of prey in their kingdom above
The Man on the Lake fit in his domain like a hand and a glove,
Surrounded by islands - yet he never felt small,
For there sat a titan wondered by all.
He rowed steadily along to no one knew where
We could only guess, but he could only dare.
The longer I stared...the further I was from the Man on the Lake.
My mind reached out but my body knew it was a mistake
His silhouette shrunk to some insignificance
That I moved on with life, ignoring the magnificence.