Zephyrs

Within one day I’ve lived much more Than in twelve seasons, all combined, And thus I’ve learned how to ignore What can oppress the wearied mind. I once was summoned back to light From a deep slumber of the will, To learn that, if I ceased to fight, The sea of time would hold me still. I raised my head, I looked around, But found myself a child again, As if I never had been bound By visions which ensnare the brain. I was thus gifted a new form And freed of troubles I had known; It was a chance to be reborn Of other lives and live my own. Since then, I’ve been the rush of springs Which make the blood of nature flow; I roam upon the tireless wings Of zephyrs where they chance to go.