Moses

He was brilliant and still. Like a mountain or great oak, disobedient and profound. Energy older than the wild things. Something man strives to be. Excellent and right, his eyes welcome you to your final resting place, he is familiar with death. Acquainted in past lives, they greet each other as friends; but Moses will never reach the promised land. Lofty forsaken guardian of this restless place, I will drink to you in the lowest of places. Your bones will long for rest and your heart will ache from their inconsistency. Your demons will scratch at the back of your feet; but in the end, you will be true, and the world may never know.