Tho I be a mortal I have traveled these lanes and highways for eons
I have been as a wisp of smoke going from one land, one battle and then
To another over and over again
Until those days when my maker called my name four different times
I knew then there was another purpose to my life
I had much to learn and much more to do
The earth is warm, I begin to grow
From one I have been given a talisman that connects me to my past
Eyes that sparkled like the jewels of the heavens
Hair that radiates the reds and goldens of the leaves of the fall
The beauty and wonder that a mortal seeks.
All this I did once abandon but never again.
I have been told to sheath my sword and fight no more.
That there is another way
But again I must wait to learn more
It is spring
As I travel again I come upon a forsythia clad in a hue of gold.
A sign of rebirth
My quest goes on and I will prevail