Ariadne's Thread

For You

across the burned rivers, of old time wonder

and dead world skies, lost in my eyes

my body does fly, and winds against

a grating wind, as i do, or would i say

i so long to remember, a child like cry

from a kitten's craddle, a baby is sewn

and, amid these memories, alone on this night

the sound of play swings rolling, higher

higher, do come into my sight, as i stare back

towards the heavens, my feet outstretched

so much that i could let go, let go of it all

as these memories seek me, and i do, seek them

i remember, i remember

all that i could, or would, as an innocent smile

held against a sky which knew no tomorrow

but now, only knows, that of today

what could be, with hands so small

a life once given, now is lost in its place

such is the modern experience

wanting to give birth, to a thousand voices

only to hear my own, silenced among these walls

i walk, now, as my feet touch the ground

the hands of heaven no longer embrace me

as once they did, when my youth was still young

the world outside is so cold, troubles bring

my wings from flight, angel bells i hear

so it is, or so it was, that my life

did begin, as aged winds now cover my skin

not that i regret the loss, or long for different time

no, it is, only the realization

of what i once had, which now, brings me down

to the ground

in memories lost, which can be found

if given time, when my mind is idle

so i surrender myself, to this

while i pass over, what was once my land

what was yearned, in days long ago

from a child to a child

a mother does receive my love

as a father from his, from mine

to my own, in this body, a child

once did grow, from imagination

from fantasy, but this death, came too soon

for, what does it really mean, to give life

to another, and another all the same

when in life, the same path will she follow

as my daughter, or my son