Apprehension, No Truer Friend

Stealthily in the morning dark, step I in shadowy spaces.
Perception, Reason, and Apprehension always accompany me!
Oh, such faithful, willing companions to befriend me so.
Across the arid mountains of yonder I long to go.
Yet, in the sweet, moist valleys I linger to stay.
Only one of the stepping shadows shares a secret of mine:
That in my daily places to ponder or linger, while
Dusk mimics the dawn of an opposite sky…
In the moment, when the day is done, ’tis Apprehension
That easily convinces to be so true a friend of no pretensions.