The master of your domain,
Quiet, self contained.
Shielded your life from the dragon’s breath
Kept your heart from a hero’s death.
Walked and bruised feet ramble on
But the sky is no less bright
The dawn no less the end of night
Awakened from a restless sleep
Into a hope that is not kept but keeps
And a fear that handcuffed, shuffles on
Whispers into the recesses
Exploits in the digresses
As ready as ready can be
A steady grasp of uncharted sea
What grasp can be held, off and then on.
William Stonewall Monroe