If I Could Fly

If I could fly,
If, like a sparrow,
I could roam the sky,
Where shall I go?

To the house of old:
Snowed down, still,
A goddess on the windowsill,
And a parent oak without
To perch on with brothers,
Forever.

If I could fly,
If, as an arrow,
I could whisper “die”,
Who shall I kill?

The tyrant of this age:
The devil of delusion,
Of wastelands of confusion,
The scorpion of waters false,
And his barren, stinted heart-
My mark.

If I could fly,
If I could borrow
The tempest’s sigh
What shall I sing?

The lyric of a lyre:
Every string ablaze,
And a thunder tune that says,
"Time, o dreaming sparrow,
Go fly and be an arrow
And ignite the dawn to come!"