When I Put My Sword Away

When I put my sword away

I learned to dream again
Of spring suns and magic rainbows
And walking quietly in the wind

In the valley of green summers
I slayed my own fear
And watched the river flow
Filled with just my tears

The air became so frail
The threads of time were gone
And as the frail air wept
The night turned into dawn

A mist fell on my shoulders 
And weariness bid goodbye
As I sat in my own shadow
And starred into the sky

Hate no longer lingered
The fear ran away
And I saw a swan flying
When I put my sword away

Roger Lanich 
Wausaukee