One Day

My lungs were gills once,

And my hands held swords;

My heart was small once,

And afraid of pain;

Unable to forgive or heal

Even a superficial cut,

It hid inside a cage

Without a key

/

My hair was short once

And my eyes were grey;

My wings were covered

With thick, heavy layers

Of dust and fears

Not to be shaken off,

So like a hunchback

I would walk half-bent;

/

I met the God of Time

One day, and this

He said to me:

‘Don’t be afraid:

‘Breathe in your days

With a full chest,

And drop the swords you hold –

For they will not protect

/

You from your enemy –

Yourself;

With your free hands

Release your heart and watch

The bruises disappear,

As love and courage grow;

Straighten your back

And use your gift – your wings

/

To soar higher

Than you believed you’d dare;

Time is too short –

I know of what I speak –

Let flow your hair of gold,

Let shine your silver eyes,

For when we meet again

I want

/

To see a woman,

Smiling,

When it’s time to say

Good-bye

The Leaves of Fall

Please, don’t step down for me,

Or any other creature,

From your tall pedestal

Of wisdom,

/

For, by the time that you

Would reach my lowly world,

I know, and you know, too,

That I would be long gone;

/

Imagine sitting by the river

And watching

Scarlet leaves

Drift quickly past you

/

In one of them,

Running from drowning,

Can you not recognize

My daily-aging face?

/

Can you, from high up

On your throne of knowledge,

Not see the end

Towards which I am rushing,

/

Dragged underwater and

Pushed back up by the currents,

Thinking it’s freedom to exists

In a shape-shifting cage?

/

Do not step down for me,

Or any other creature,

Into this icy river

Of oblivion:

/

Even if you could ever reach me,

I’d simply crumble in your hands