I saw him again,Sir Verseworth,
this time, feeling a drop of dew.
He laid his pale hands on me,
and I felt a divine ecstasy.

I trembled in utter joy and glee,
as if my pinions were let free.
I wondered how his pale hand
suddenly became a magic wand.

I was brave now, like a warrior.
seemingly bound by no apparent barrier.
A momentary feel of his skin,
made me feel "All the world's my kin."

Unable to decipher the magic behind,
I tried my way into Sir Verseworth's mind.
He smiled, reading my thought.
He said "Mind's not the right spot.
Peep into my heart if you can."

But I wasn't him, I was just a man.
The sage uttered words of wisdom:
(Contd..)

- Landlocked Sailor