Spark

Let my scars
Be your roadmap
Toward serenity
Let my horrors
Be your unlocking
Of crypts overflowing
Let my madness
Be your answer
To impossible riddles
Let my gloom
Be your spark
Of life illuminated
Let my pain
Be your pleasure
In all ways
Let my loss
Be your belonging
To a rare tribe

Vacancy

Flame formed in ice
Burning blue
Inkwell depleted
You are gone
Treading clouds
Leaving coins
And feathers
To serve as milestones

A melody made
From silence
Empty of resonance
You are gone
Swimming deserts
Leaving whispers
And shadows
To be our compasses

Dusk

Four daughters
Three sons
Seventeen first generation
Down underlanders
Pay your passage
To that golden shore
The ferryman whistles
He is eerie, featureless
Yet you are serene
Returning to heathered
Heaths far beyond
Our ken, with coins
Upon papery lids
Hiding those eyes
Bluer than dusk
Deeper than dawn

Still Here

The clan is keening
The kin are kneeling
And I am spinning
As all their prayers
Cut through me
And all your words
Speak through me

You are cold
So cold
You long for the blessed
Moment of commitment
Just to be warm again
To be next to your first love

You are weary
So weary
You long for the precious
Peace of eternity
Just to be calm again
To be with the lost ones

The clan is crying
The kin are pining
And I am sinking
As all their tears
Cut through me
And all your dreams
Speak through me

You are here
Still here
Although only we fey ones hear you
You are ours
Always ours

Grandfather

Sleepless I speak at length
With your restless phantoms
Now standing over me
I am receiving all your pain
Every toothache, every boot in the ribs
Now piling on top of my own
I am a whopping great weight
Sinking rapidly into oblivion
If only I could curl myself up
Until I disappear and join you
And my lost children
Three sparkling jewels in your palm
Wafting about the ether
But instead I endure
Reminding myself to breathe
And live justly, for your sake

Patriarch

One red
One gold
Both pale
Milky skin
Bloodlines blue
Underneath the ink
Paths colliding
Were you shamed by me?
Or were you bashful?
I never could tell
All I know is that
You bled Pict
Just like me
And you loved words
Just like me
And you sang with fervour
Just like me
Albeit to praise different gods
I know it hurt you
To look at me and see
The heretics of your past
The heathens left behind
But you loved me anyway
In your twisted manner
Your hands upon my shoulders
Eyes boring into mine
I will never worship your gods
You know I can't
I am of the old kin
The ones you pretended to forget
You saw it in my darkness
My wildness and wicked ways
I know it hurt you
But you loved me anyway
And now you sing to me
This time in dreams
Instead of in a church

Radio Silence

You left without warning
Leaving me cold in the sun
With a stubborn chin
And a love of words
These gifts are yours
I merely carry the legacy
Our love was stronger
Even than our disapproval
Of one another's passions
And your madness remains
In each of us, nudging
Dreams and visions forth
I have lost my voice and
My heart is shattered
All is silent and dull