A Spell For Freedom

 

A Spell for Freedom

 

By the gods of Ink and Bone and blue sky up above.

By gods that see us drink and break what’s left of love.

 

by the streams we wandered in the summer, then in snow

By the time we squandered, fearing, dreading growing old

 

By the light that from your face lit songs of hope in me

By the Oceans, by the Grace, by the ruins in the sea

 

By the candles that we lit, by the deepest scars

By the starry skies that tried to show me who you are.

 

By the fairies and their coin, by ravens and by the crows

By the seasons where we danced through worlds they’ll never know

 

By the flowers, by the stones, by the graves of birds

By the paintings, by the hikes and by the tower of words

 

By the blue wall, the white room and by the black raven’s door

By your pain, by your strength and by your haunted shore

 

By your hair, and by your face, and by your wounded hand

By your oils and by your baths and by your living lands

 

By the love I had and have for you, and everything

That came from you, and let me live, and yet may still bring

 

The two of us to some new spring, or cave, or van or yard

Or river bed, or road or room or prison we must guard

 

By the spells and by the signs and by the strength of fate

By the cards, and by the wards… it is not too late.

 

You are beautiful and still my muse, but mostly you’re my souls friend.

I love you Freedom.  have no fear.  This is not the end.