I see your  bright swinging sword

strong and ready at your steady side

sharp today, sharp to cut,

wielded by my heart,

from where it comes.


It’s honorable to die

with my sword here,

my sword covered in victory

even now bleeding valor

upon the door,

and I’m poured out

and cast aside

a final burned candle

without wax.


Dave Barber,

30 Oct 08

Ancestor Ways