Ghost and Fae

I have a friend

Who fell off the edge of the world

Off in the gloaming

The fog, they’re still roaming

And their passing left the mists twirled

I have a friend who vanishes

Now and again

Sometimes for years,

But they’re still my friend

I don’t know why

My friend grows so shy

But when they’re ready, a message they’ll send

I’ve a friend whose part ghost and part fae

What I like of them most

I cannot quite say

They’re often gone

But their memory endures

A light in the day

That brings them along

And we sit once again, sharing laughter and words

I worry sometimes

If their next vanish is their last

So I try to enjoy

Each visit as I can

As my vanishing friend whom I miss the most

I know we’ll all be gone too one day

Then when I’m gone, I guess I’ll be the ghost

And they too will be the fae

Performers

Had everything go wrong, and got through it somehow

Not who I was yesterday, so who am I now?

From the stage to the screen, then lost from the scene

Searching for substance, will I find what I mean?

Creators of content, shadow puppets before flames

Fight to keep the fires going, so they remember our name

Lost to nuance and kismet,

a game of Russian roulette

Playing the hand as the cards fall

knowing one day they’ll forget

If they ever knew us at all,

Began to notice who we are

Fighting for legacy,

If we make it that far

So many names at the top, the masses romance

So many, the same talent, the stars chosen by chance

When the curtain closes, to the shadows return

In the quiet, alone, what did we learn?

For all of the struggle, did it matter in the end?

Or was it all just for the time we got to play in pretend?