I don’t know
Is he one maybe so
Is he high or is he low
Is he twisted like an archers bow
Is his heart black like the majestic crow
Is he friend or is he foe
Does he reap or does he sow
Is his being a flame or snow
Does he rise or stay below
Does he walk where shadows grow
Are his eyes an ancient glow
Do they pierce what none can know
Does he come or does he go
In the silence, does he grow
Like a secret buried low
And perhaps I never shall know
For the truth will not show
What the hidden heart may stow
Yet the question pulls me so
Like a tide that will not let go
C