Moon in Cancer

I know a soul, who believes, if you run fast enough you won't fall down.
Fact is he's tripped up many times and just never felt the ground

He's a hypersensitive receptor, to our emotional font,
He can both reap destruction or reincarnate, or whatsoever is your want

He's master of all the poisons, or are they master of all of him?
They both wilt beneath his glare and yet control his every whim

He's king of the unexpected, appearing now and zen,
And as he leaves in the night, I wonder, "Will we meet again?"

He has the hardest liberty of all that I have known,
I pray that while his mortal frame exists his immortal seed is sown

I'll describe his look, so should you meet, you're sure to realise,
He's wild tall dark and handsome, with James Bond in his eyes