He gazes beyond the fear
Past the red hot boiling in his temperate heart
He sees beyond the fire and smoke of his past and peers to the valley below
Like the infant of giants the earth prepares its slumber
The sun, a blazing ball of bronze, splatters the sloping hills with reds and yellows
A vexing sight indeed, one in which the day whispers final words of patience to the moon, it's only hier beyond death
And in the watchers heart, a similar phenomenon catalyzes
He begins to see the valley below is him, and he is the valley
From day springs night, and the earth is born again
He too will be born again in a refining fire, much like the sun that is now melting through the mountains
The boy knows the journey before him, and he already cringed at unseen demons inside
It will be hard
The boy will be tested and torn, he understands this, but something curling deep within offers Peace admits the carnage of his screaming thoughts
You may be stronger
The boy squeezes these hopeful words, wringing the nectar of life through his soul
"I may be stronger"
Now with tear stained eyes he holds the last panes of glittering sunset
With a bluish hush the sun drips it's last drop
Like a switch the boy feels his own internal valley follow
Paved in shadow
Paved in change
The tears drop their last drops, his eyes
exhumed from bitterness
" I will be stronger" the man whispers
He wanders south and into the refining fire
The boy was never seen or heard from again
And the sun sets nightly, bringing peace to the peaceless and change to the willing