Legacy

Mystical poem written 10-23-24. Hymn To The Dead 3 – Dedicated to Anthony “Dragon” Spurlock.

1.
When we sit together now,
Breathing slowly in the dark,
I can’t help but notice,
A chill in the air

Where once an easy hour,
Could be spent between us,
Once a year in Autumn,
When the Veil is thin

Now I find myself afraid,
That your sad, dark eyes,
Will look upon me,
With disdain

2.
Once I asked you,
What it was all for,
I asked about meaning,
And the Great Work

A simple child,
Lost and questing,
Turning to her father,
For a bit of comfort

I will never forget,
The look that flashed,
The contempt that shone,
As you laughed

3.
I could never find myself,
In your ironic laughter,
Caught between a sign,
And a hidden intention

You never chose me,
And I never asked for anything,
Terrified that if I voiced a need,
You would vanish

But I like to think,
That near the end,
We came at last,
To an understanding

4.
I bear your eyes,
Your crooked smile,
The heart that always,
Looks for the Mysteries

Born between,
One world and another,
Born with each eye,
Pointed a different way

But I know my heart,
As I never knew yours,
And so I am left to wonder,
At your distant, honored legacy