of believing

tall dark handsome
resound the sound of canons
in nights devoted dusks
to rush head first into sudden clouds
as streaks from lime-colored rockets
circle in reverie around the hallowed Heavens to honor
Jono on the onset of his journey-
may it be turnkey-many blessings
a windfall in Autumn-a blaze of glory
brilliant as gold leaf on the frame
of a Master, a child grows up faster
he is courage he has character
the beginner starts a race to
a place to take on the days and
wear them well
married to the meaning of
well being caught in the spell
of believing only time may tell
as the evening moon looms forever
in November under silver starry
skies and magical mountains
to climb.