Spiritus...

Approaching that shrouded hill
I saw you kicking and stealing the sorrows
Others had left in the spiraled labyrinth
To remember

Candle wax and bits of thread
Abalone and weathered dread
Butterfly wings and crystal tips
Volcanic glass and old bone chips

Callous and arrogant
Your ignorant mood prevailed
Over this sheltered spiral
Of memories

I sang the song of the Old Ones
As I weaved my way to you
Drawing closer, within the spiral
A memory

I walked over and caught your eye
I walked over and the sun measured my stride
I walked over and took your hand
I walked over and She cast a baleful glance

And I told you to leave.