You Will Take My Days is poem by the bard, Fisher kel Tath. "Whatever we’re left withcan only be enough,if in the measure of thingsnothing is cast off,discarded on the waysidein the strides that take us clearbeyond the smoke and griefinto a world of shocked birthopening eyes upon a sudden light.And to whirl then in a breathto see all that we have done,where the tombs on the traillie sealed like jewelled memoriesin the dusk of a good life’s end,and not one footprint beckonsupon the soft snow ahead,but feel this sweet wind caress.A season crawls from earthbeneath mantled folds.I have caught a glimpse,a hint of flared mystery,shapes in the liquid glare.They will take from usall that we cradle in our armsand the burden yieldedmakes feathers of my hands,and the voices drifting downare all that