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.