When the sun started breaking

on my horizon I slept,

while dreaming of breakfast

and lying in bed.

As Apollo raced his per diem path,

I never once pondered Chronos’ wrath,

I understood time as a cruel master,

But only from his continual sequester

Of beauty and life of those we adore

This paradigm, briefly, was left alone.

Then came the day when another star shone,

Brighter than Helios, argent the glow,

I took false convictions, casting aside,

an older belief which I was supplied.

A brutal Chronos abruptly became

the giver of light in an umbral domain.

Typically praise comes as the sun sets,

Lacking certainty have me pay off this debt

To acknowledge the work done on this day,

when three years ago, began a new age.