When I Have Arms Again

Someday I will tell you, when you are old and wise
How moon broke me in pieces, and sun burned out my eyes
And someday I will give you, these crystals along with
An echo from the edge of one unalterable myth
The underpinning engine of how and why and when
I'll write that story down for you when I have arms again

I limp along one pale strand that stretches into ten
To knit a scarf of footsteps, that bridges now and then
The one and holy Mother, the armory of dreams
The stamp of our illusions and everything it means
One card lost in the shuffle might still be found and then
I'll test these hungry waters when I have arms again

You made us wings of magic, of wood and wax and art
But all we blend together, unbends and comes apart
Some say my wings were melted, some say my wings were burned
And some say it was circumstance and some say it was earned
For you who do say nothing, my silence to befriend
I'll paint the splendid colors out when I have arms again

You trembled at my daring, you marveled at the lift,
As I went soaring over you, the everlasting gift
Delivered out of darkness, all dumbstruck in the sun
Old moon she stuck a knife in me and twisted it for fun
And so I spun like laughter, beyond your sorrow's end
But I will come to comfort you when I have arms again
I will come to comfort you when I have arms again