What he does

His eyes are like stars in the making,
his lips are twin kings in their land.
And wandering far he is faltering;
he thinks no one could understand.

He is walking in light, singing a song,
he is wondering who he should be.
And though nothing he does ever goes wrong
he believes that no one could see.

His face is the echo of pure sacrifice,
his manner is calm, he forgives them.
And I hope he will see when he looks in my eyes
that I have always been with him.