Silverfish

My mother taught me how to entertain, to be a courtesan and, to court conversations, to raise the dead like Lazarus; who says that's not motherly! My days in rooms, in conversations, have all been received well and I rewarded for my Art.
My fathers were Daddy's tha† served a purpose, hard hand to the ass and stern warnings, distaste for the freedom my mother found in her dance and stories, in her slowly disappearing ways.
My life is ever new, evergreen. I am not that child seeking to escape, or the girl wishing under the black nothingness of night, or the lover lost to a call from the waves just round the next turn.
I'm seeping into the mist, or the next breeze, perhaps that hidden spring deep in the wood where the Fey dwells. I'm the earth, the sparkle of a star, the hissing of a kitten or, the last gasp of a dying thought.
Is there ever a One just out of reach, a sacred Other, another to come and truly be there, here? Can I find you, my Soul, my Spirit, my Love and light, or is this all a found something that is actually nothing...
But when I put on some fringe, a long dress and boots it's better, I'm better and, ready to walk
Away,
Again,
Like my mother taught me.