If I could give you wings
they’d be dragon wings
strong enough to lift you over
the barbed wires surrounding you
powerful enough to carry
you to a mountain hide-a-way
for a year and a day or more
where you would spin a cocoon
and rest until you emerged
a spirit walker, kissed by light
unscathed by darkness.
If you could give me wings
they’d be fairy wings
full of light and color, magic enough
to whisk me across time and space
where I would find my voice
dancing across pages of forever’s book
touching torches, lighting lives
unbound by vows or man-made things
an ethereal wraith, a lover of love
a blesser of souls, a seer of forever.