Walls of alabaster did not remain
As I slipped through their hold
Dashing, brazen and bold

Finger picked lullabies
Fluttered through the breeze
With wholeness renewed, and blanketed with ease

Canopies of blue squander my time
As my eyes widen, dart and roam
Drawn by muses of far gone poems

Feather light days became my dismay
When a burden of chaos came to stay
And some did relent, some ducked and frayed
When ashes were thrown, the sky’s murky and greyed

To fade from the present
Would be our delight
But nature demands, that we stand and fight