Legacy

 

Shuttling threads through your Jesse tree,
star shafts warped between the shadows,
you told of castles and princes slain
until your tale span out, clipped short
as the words on your tongue.

You bequeathed those early weavings 

as moonshine cobwebbed the crystal gates
against your idle fingers. No cobbling now;
daydreams tangle my nightly loom.
You corded a ladder down the years,
reaching the lacings mazed about our roots.