Prayer to the ancestors

my feet are soft upon the still beating heart 

of my love

tears fall for the forgotten dreams

of the ones that came before I

the ones that stood on this fertile shore

 cried life into its veins

dear beloved 

lost 

at sea

i am here 

to hear your call

calling you

home 

to the shores of your dreams

where memories dance 

and play out their melodies

song of my fathers

my mothers

my sisters

my brothers

day of my soul

for i remember you each in turn

in this soft remembrance of years

honouring 

i walk your footsteps forth

to the oak

to the yew

to the fields of golden barley

i lay down my heart

for your sweet embrace

Pandora and her box

i am a half lid

dreaming 

sitting

waiting

as a bespoke pearl

the dreaming never ends

creating 

woves of gold

in silent reverie

yet the whole is an illusion

for we are stardust

explosions

of light

reflected in the sun

 mastery of chaos

 harnessing of form

holding 

pinning 
down of prisms

watch them dance between our grasp

as sprites

holographic 
particles of love