Faerie

Gods of My Gods

Gods of my Gods

Are you watching from on high

Names made of ocean waves

woven softly into time?

From open hands, to open souls

To the ways to be at alone

forever more.

Ghosts of all ghosts

gold and grey

Black of heart and tempered skin

With eyes of life erased away.

From open eyes, to open hearts

To all the ways to fall apart

And be ignored.

God of my Gods

Were you weeping when they left

Feathered wings at your back

And tethered weeds where you knelt?

From Shepherd's hand, to Sheppard's grave

To all the ways to be a slave

and nothing more.

Ghosts of my Ghosts

Can you see behind the veil

Drunken spirits made of smoke

To which we all hail?

From here where those who lost their tongues

Know not from where their judgment comes

And helplessly they bend the knee

To all the lies of memory

And nothing more.