I had a first sight--
along the melodic metronome:
Time,
keeper of Moment and Possibility's kingdom:

A child, a lover, a man
--alone and fending for futures,
a pencil in one hand, a pen in the other,
Where do I begin?

Blind and defeaned by depression,
led by the hand of Endings,
further and further into starkness,
he whispered: "Open your eyes..."

I had a first sight--
along rythmic rivers of courage,
bathing in bravery
and letting myself dry in soft breezes...

What's the rush?
--opening stronger arms,
I was embraced by Grace of possibility
and of moments.

A child, lover and man of a belief devout,
--aged and wizened, young yet of chains free.
Stronger, and able, I can reach out,
and confidently show you Me.