They say you hide your light

Behind the herds of sky sheep

Because you are fickle.

They say the wolf must stalk you

Through the night

To keep you to your course.

They say many things,

Without asking why

The pearl of the sky should cry.

They do not see all that you see

In the darkness of the world and wyrd.

They do not count the cost

Of wayward moonbeams

That reveal prey

To two-legged predators.

They do not know the price of darkness,

That the forgotten children

Might slip by unseen.

They do not see the tears

For those whose wyrd you cannot make

Less painful in tender years.

So they do not understand

The sadness in your songs,

Even in the love chants

You cast to the sea.

 

Artwork by Brandon Hardy.