The Spirit Guide

There is a seeking, high above the ground.
Searching in the dark and cold.
Does it require a ploy, a con?
Does it require a gag?

Once you were proud
Once you were white.
But tricksters play, and Gods hold hard.

So, now only the wind calls your name.
Only the fire sings your praise.
But you keep searching,
Filling your dark wings.

There is a seeking, high above the ground.
Searching for that which is lost.
Does it require a ploy, a con?
Does it require a gag?            

--Roy Edward Power.      23 December 2016

For my Father-in-Law on Christmas