Giants Poem by Adrian Antique

Now, I am very sure …
It is not the size of their footprints
Or the rumbling growl in their voices.
It is the warmth so pure
Of their touch that leaves the hints
that make me realize greatness.

Once, I walk blind
In an alley of casted shadows
And hear the murmurs of fear …
Alone with the darkness in my mind,
I make each step with cold, cold toes …
On a stony path with ends unclear.

Then before the black could envelope
What is left of me in its grip
And all would seem lost …
They come like raindrops of hope
Like a sudden storm in my sleep
With torches of awakening in a frost.

One lifts me from the icy floor
And carries me on his shoulders
While he stands his ground …
And I could see the other three or four
Circling us like fire soldiers
So glad that I am found.

Suddenly, I hear growls that make chills
And the night creatures rushing
To our only lighted place …
A fence of flame appears and swiftly deals
With the noisy smoke whirling -
And fright disappears without a trace.

Love then is a crowd of brothers
Appearing out of nowhere
With their swords of different colors …
Their hold is large although with little fingers;
Their timing maybe last minute for all I care …
Yet, they wear the huge cross of presence in my dark … with honors.

adrian b. antique 3.20.24