Melancholy Madness

Gazing deep into his eyes I became befuddled once again with his duality of genius and madman. It was the soul I once longed to fathom without a spoken word. A reincarnated, beautiful and archaic mind I dreamt of so long ago. In the shadow he would cast, I followed with light. Even in that remote reflection remained a trace of hope and imagination.I sensed his reluctance when I drew too close. He could not pretend I was another stranger, for I was the root of his sanity.