Secrets, silent & stony,

seethe in ineluctable darkness

striking like the memory

of the bitter –sweet

He is a wanderer, an amnesiac –

all those forgotten by their past

the immortal changling

you cannot hold him fast

His mutability in hands that wish

him to stay frozen in a form

he despises -you craved it,

skin starved as you are

His soul remains the same,

though the shadow of his

shape may shift no more,

and he returns to me