When I was a child
Just testing my strength
With a voice barely whispered
I could stop the wind.
Stop blowing, I command you Stop blowing.
Trees would not sway Papers and leaves would not Dance from curb to curb And I was very pleased.
When I was a child
Just testing my strength
I could hold the sun on one hand
Without it burning.
Then clouds would form
And rain would fall
To spoil my fun.
Even now,
My imagination forms Fantasies
Of lakes, still pale, blue
Of violence ended
And wars forever through.
Oh, yes,
My dreams are different now
And the test
Is no longer of strength
But rather
One of hope
And how to cope.
When I was a child
Just testing my strength
I thought that time
In its endless game
Would always call my name.
Now my thoughts spark
Burst
Blaze and burn to
Dim and Die
Only to flame again,
Unlimited, unquenchable
With the thought that
Sometime,
Maybe,

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