Oldest

You've seen the stories end
You've seen the ever after
You've seen the wheel turn
And the death of laughter.

You rode the wind and tide
You rode the thunder
Four Horsemen ranging wide
Death, rape and plunder.

You read the books of lore
You read the stars alone
You bound the wounds of war
Kept from quarrels not your own.

Weary with the weight of years
You saw your fire fade
You felt it burn again
Kindled by friendships made.

You see keenly with your eyes
One of Fortune's dancers
You don't see yourself as wise
You don't have the answers.

You've seen the stories end
You've seen the ever after
You've seen the wheel turn
And the birth of laughter.

-- Kathryn A