Frumpelstiltskin

Someday when we are young We will feel as if everything in our lives That seemed so large, so unapproachable was just a small knot in an entire expanse of wood When we are young our eyes will catch light we missed lifetimes ago We will see new colors And the world will be as it should have been The cataracts will fall away And once more, we will have faith That life is simple and grand Beyond all calculation We will have new feathers, new voices New histories But we are old now. Very old And the air feels heavy on our weary bones We are waiting, waiting to burn into ash, to arise in a new spring To blaze in a newborn summer