Do not cover me in marble
Or allow ivy to choke my bones
Let me flame into the emptiness
So I can fill it with my light
Let my grains settle as dust
A film of me covering those
Who bravely went before
Dusting the ancients with themselves
Each of us adding our essence
The residues of our manifestations.
In time I may tire of flying
Be weary of being everything
Thus I might perchance return
To this playground of the soul
Where only the prodigee of Bywyd
Can find growth from pain and sadness
And find completion from feeling
The fullfilment of Love.

© Griffonner 2026