On the Way To the House of Apollo

Rest your weary head, dear child
On my shoulder while I comfort you with apples
Save your strength for the adventures that lie ahead
They will be ardent and meaningful

Dream your future and your power, dear child
Bask in your light and shine it above your crown
A beacon to all that is the luminescence of greatness

Step to the golden sun, dear child
The first is an unfamiliar sound
Music made in the beat of the heal you oh so trepidly toe

Leave your bitten shards of glass behind, my child
They have no place here
sweep them to the ocean and leave them to the sharks

Roll to the sand, dear child
clotting wounds that bled too deep
heeling the progress
Let go of the breaks

Let the goodness absorb your shadow, dear child
Head to the south where the weather is warm and the breeze soothes the salty sweat from your skin

Rest your head, dear child
Your adventured peace is at last in view