Spacetime Breakdown

Spacetime treats you differently
than the usual garden variety
in which things are planted, birthed, flourish and die
in a more or less methodical manner.
Spacetime sprawls
it bounces and stretches and snarls
itself with bright white spikes
of what could be daylight
or large sharp teeth.
Somehow you have attracted it
with your staccato sentences and
lanky legato limbs. It has swept
you up and away and into
a vortex of varied places.
You emerge occasionally
dropping vintage phrases and
spilling these sci-fi dreams that I
simply cannot understand. Spacetime
stretches and shrinks you
too grand to hold
and too tiny to fear and too you
to bear to lose. But there you are
with your shrugging shoulders
asking, no telling me,
that you need them both, together,
you need space and time
and I nod
and let you go.

The Leave Taking

Rain brings the Fey

The Fey tell the fate 

of those who know wand and wood

who would and want

Who bend bone and mend manners

in such a way as to stay.

Let the limbs grow straight

but stay ready to sway

and the need to believe

be greater than that to retreat

into that great non-thing reality.

Bring the babe to the woods

in the rain, the quiet rain.

Let the wind bring the fey

and listen them to them say.

This is the way, the way, the way,

that the story grows

This is the way, the way, the way,

that the tales go

A kiss on the cheek for me my love

A kiss on the lips for me

A kiss on the air for you my love

A kiss to remember my love.

The rain is coming

The wind blowing

The fey are dancing, love,

and it's the end of the day.

You say the times are changing, dear,

the weather is just a thing

But I say I am a changeling, dear,

and it is a gathering 

for goodbye, for good ways,

and for the Good Folk. 

So kiss the baby darling,

Hold her in your hands,

Tell her the stories, 

Tell me you understand. 

The Fey tell the fate

and they say that I am late

So in the rain I'll stand and stay

Love, it's time you were away. 

The rain brings the Fey.