Moon Spell

It's been so long
I've waited, while lifetimes roam
Memory strong
A moment's touch welcomes us home

Somehow, you're haunted by embers of Autumn perfume
Somewhere, I've walked through your shadow, as though distant room
The moon and stars, we'll take as sun
Kindred, old souls,... Now, we are one

Cradlesong sent
Of being afraid to drift sleep
Nightmares relent
Muse and mate have refused to keep

It's only through each other, 
passage has become clear
It's been a brutal search,
empty path, year after year
Tell me how your sunless journey's
stumbled on the same
We'll call rejection and raise 
thin hope, held steady flame

Somehow, you're haunted by embers of Autumn perfume
Somewhere, I've walked through your shadow, as though distant room
The moon and stars, we'll take as sun
Kindred, old souls,... Now, we are one

Kindred, old souls,...
feast, warmth and belonging have begun

© Kay Irvin

~ I wrote this (Moon Spell)
... to be the follow up to 'Wolf Song'
So, it could be considered ... Wolf Song II

Hiraeth

Twin flame, my whole universe
- Very reason to go on
Autumnal frost, time be curse
You sustain me, warm as dawn
Damn the cold, darkness be gone

Light of all fire
Heart of my heart
My love
(Hiraeth)
I am home (immortal home)

Taste hungers, yet touch is known
- Ardently enamoured care
To lose you and be alone ...
Would be more than I could bear
Same soul, windows to my lair
I am home (immortal home)

Other half, such part of me
Always was, always will be

Light of all fire
Heart of my heart
My love
(Hiraeth)
I am home (immortal home)

(c) Kay Irvin

Note:
'Hiraeth' is a Welsh word that has no direct English translation.
(HEER-eyeth)
Some definition (in research) ...
A longing for home or homeland.
Something that is such a part of you ...
That you search for and feel lost (incomplete) without.
I built with that idea ... and the notion of a
'Twin Flame' ... even more a connection
(it has been said/thought) than a 'Soulmate' ...
The 'Twin Flame' being the 'one' ... the other half.
- The ultimate mate/true partner

Changeling

Take all that I am
I have nothing more left to give
"Be strong" ... is clanging
Abide and hide secrets that live

The schoolyard and field are empty
Tether-game chains resonate chime
Funny thing, is time
Funny thing, is time

Cold, shaking fingers cannot play
Swings and slides wait for tiny hands
No one understands
No one understands

I've met some like you
Familiar, fatherly-strangeling
But numbness saved me
And released this, darkly changeling

Stoical daughter has come home
Shivering, little girl has grown
Raggedy memories remain
Metal maypoles, streamers of chain
Unsettled, lingering refrain

And no one really knows ... the child who comes and goes

(c) Kay Irvin

Winter Wren

I left Summer and went to Winter
From the West, traveling to the East
With colder ground, the grass did splinter
Blades of frost spiked, where green luster ceased

Some faces stared as elder-strangers
Their expressions chiseled out lifelines
They've known their share of strife and dangers
Harken wisdom blighted view defines

My breath fogged the bleak and flurried air
My stinging hands cracked with chafing wring
The land slept neath a harvest gone bare
Yet the mighty spruce and fir did sing

Town lights curled pine cone wreaths and bows
Night twinkle kept time with distant song
Shoppes, taverns and holly trimmed windows
Lay like blinking stars, briskly grown long

Each doorframe donned a mistletoe sprig
And welcomed with scent of toddy spice
Warmth met chocolate, candy cane and fig
While wooded serenade rang thrice

White dust blew across sidewalks and streets
The dark sky sprayed hurried, wider shed
Ole Blue Norther heaves as sashay sleets
For to palace stormy, snowy spread

My footsteps braved the kindred path chose
I left the festive and fragrant mood
By garland and hearth, I found repose
So missed and so wishfully pursued

From the dawn, a shy sun was peeking
Once more, I heard a tireless tune
Jealous crow caws milled around, shrieking
Envious of notes, crafted for June

I left the West for an Eastward roam
For some peace I could cherish again
And in my soul, I know I've come home
Blest by the crest calling Winter Wren

(c) Kay Irvin

Skull Creek

This city is a concrete coffin
I'm a speck in the muck I'm lost in
Day after day, smoggy clouds go by
And underneath ... all is only lie
(more and more, I die .. and more, I die)

And the sirens charge ... ten-deep brigade
And the chopper is just overhead
Ozarks sound good, how I wish I'd stayed
Hope that I return before I'm dead
(or I guess my soul will be a ghost
... calling, searching out Skull Creek instead)

Here, I can't think or breathe (where is home?)
The cracked mirror turns me towards myself
Here, heaviness won't leave (where is home?)
It's the kind of tired that sleep can't help

And the sirens charge ... ten-deep brigade
And the chopper is just overhead
Ozarks sound good, how I wish I'd stayed
Hope that I return before I'm dead
(or I guess my soul will be a ghost
... calling, searching out Skull Creek instead)

(Where is home? - Where is home? - Where is home?)

(c) Kay Irvin

Firefly

Delicate trees
Honeycombs, honeybees
Whirling in late morning heat
Locust clicking
Grandfather clock ticking
Gold-glazed iced tea is a treat

Sparrow flying
The cunning fox spying
Deer sip to ripple the streams
Woodsy perfume
Wispy scent flows each room
Kaleidoscope, stained glass beams

Lilac and dew
Lavender mixes through
Honeysuckle, jasmine, rose
Ivy spreads out
Blush daisy blooms about
Meadows calm as Spring clouds close

Horned owls, raindrops
The first firefly pops
Heart of a wolf, leading way
Light dotting dark
Mystic May blesses spark
Night song and silhouettes play

(c) Kay Irvin