• They used to say
    you were as old
    as how many winters
    you lived.

    Back when winters
    when times of
    trial and uncertainitly.

    Back when fear and
    coldness prevailed.

    Back when it was
    believed the devil
    would win.

    But now I believed
    your as old as
    many bad times
    in your life.

    Times when you were
    knocked down
    and barely felt alive.

    With only the thoughts
    of a spring

    Where the sun on your
    skin brought new life
    from the darkness


    I have lived a thousand years.