Foreseen

and your young men shall see visions and your old men shall dream dreams. —Acts 2:17 She stood unflinching, a silver figure in the heart of a waterfall. I gazed in wonder my frail form shaken by the roar. A winged lion flew out of the raging rapids its outstretched claws plucking me off a high ledge. Carried upon a disappearing sky I thought of my son how he foresaw this dream of mine. Now in my infirmity she returns to me incased in an argent fire. I knew then that we had delivered a child who's spirit would melt this iron kingdom and I then must dwindle away. Your mother has grown younger you are ageless. Now you look from a shining mirror seeking an aged long spilled seed.