STEPS

Looking

Down

At my foot

Move up 

Then out

Letting

Joy in

As it lands

On

Fine earth

The move...

First

Of 

Many.

Soon

Old diaries

Will begin 

To collect

Dust

Which

Will be blown 

Off

When the child

Of a child

Gets to 

That faintly familiar 

Point

That was muse of those

Forgotten volumes

Only then

Will they

Be taken down

And read

After 

Three

Long

Nights

The sun 

Is risen

And 

Shadows

Become visible

But 

The immortal tongue

Of the wise

Guides

They say

Do not 

Regard

The shadows

Do not

Fear them

Oh how sad

The sun

Must be

To see

You tremble 

Before these

Knowing it

Was it 

That exposed 

Them all

If you'd  fear 

The snake,

Then 

You must fear

The snake charmer 

Even more