Sonnet Twelve for Will

Companion, whose unclouded, piercing eyes/ Will not be fettered to a lovely face - / Umollified by something swift as time; / Unsatisfied by something wide as space: / Companion, whose unstoppered, vital ears / Will not be lured by songs mellifluous - / Undaunted by the muttering of them; / Unsparing towards the prattling of us: / Companion, whose unsullied, nimble hands / Are not marooned in furs, or foam, or flesh - / Uncloistered for the burn of snow and sand;/ Unholstered all the stubborn strands to mesh: / You have to tell me when to intervene, / And when to be a witness to the scene.