Fair and pleasant skies
Were the first to greet
My opening glances

The day was kind
A mute and lumbering colossus
A friend, awaiting patiently
For my first steps to fall

My limbs
Were weighed down with caution
A reluctance I’ve cradled
In the fury of bygone years

Through lost whirlwinds
Where I’ve learned
The true moniker of fear

It scars the presents
The fresh faces
Of friend and foe alike

This day
Was warm and forthcoming
Bereft of the shadows
That ensnare the hostiles I deplore

These  precious hours
Are far too few
Among the greater sprawl
Of the festering, ever-turbulent dark