misty

 
my sadness flowers grey mists swirling with keening
misunderstanding your voice whispering encouragement to keep seeking
my passions often pull me off course
I pick up the momentoes that tell me goodbye honey my love
I'll be back when you are a little older

I rose to greet you at our rendevous spot so sure I was ready
my lamp full of oil and my wick trimmed
I dawn my best patchwork gown
with a big hopeful smile on my face
I was struck by a man who rebuked me
you were engaged with a queen from the onyx kingdom

I entered the scarlet corridor and addressed my pagan grandfather
he answered don't fret little lass your time will come
you are yet very young to marry

the children of scorn gather about me for more of our family story
I tell them I once had red hair and my name was molly
I've lived many lives and traveled near and far in the abyss that is space
they ask what I have learned I tell them the most valuable of lessons
is to never assume but to pay close attention
even the least of us has something to teach you

it is not about looks or how things appear it is how you carry yourself
we are from a royal lineage but don't search for jewels or power
but seek to understand our family whole is our treasure

hello little ones I am Wendy mother to the lost boys
and if you're patient we will learn a great many things
about our part in the universes

we shall have great adventures and some days we will shed great tears
I will catch them all and they shall be your diamonds to keep
onward and forward we go through the misty future and past
we are to separate fact from fiction in the pivitol present
where the people seek to council culture