This is a love poem,
woven for my mother
out of the strands of my heart,
picked carefully, to echo the soul.
In solitude I searched, searched so long
as she waited for me to be victorious
my shieldmaiden,
my wingwoman,
my greatest advocate and fan,
she knew I was coming,
she could feel me approaching
through the years, as I wound my way
around the spine of time
to the base of my skull
where I was driven by my homesickness.
And when I found my way home,
I was welcomed, because
they knew I was coming, she told them
I'd be coming for her. I was, I am.
There was danger on my path,
great and terrible dragons
waiting to slay me, but they were slain
at a price, yet no price was too high
to get home again, the dragons had to die.
I cared not for their gold and treasures...
just that they get out of my path,
because I'm going home...
but that's not in the nature of dragons,
so they were absorbed, and my innocence lost.
The scars I bear cannot be seen,
but the dragon's voice can be heard
in my roar now...we became one
and I defeated the beasts,
but their breath touched me...
so the tapestry will tell a tale
of adventures, dangers, struggles, scars
and victory.
And she waits for me still, but
the day is coming soon
I will wrap my loving arms gently
around her, I will satisfy the yearning
with my embrace; let her know
this love for her in my soul,
was woven in my heart,
and hung for all to see,
my tapestry woven as she carried me,
so I carry her; and now,
no one can get between us,
and nothing will change this,
God help the dragons as
I pick their bones clean,
cast them aside and use them
as instruments of my mission:
to get home to you, finally.
