Guide me past the fog and
low valleys into the sunlight that
should be my life.
Mix your elixir and give it to me
Quick, let it flow into my thoughts
and down my throat and suffuse
my body and mind with a healing
balm of bliss.
For my soul aches just a little
and I wish it to stop.
I want to move from this dark crossroad
sitting under this dead tree while these
brown leaves fall around me.
I will ride with you oh wise shaman if you
have that soulful cure that I seek.
I will trust in your wisdom
as you trust in my fortitude
to see things right.
Then can I finally go to my dreams
knowing that I truly sleep
by Philip Wardlow 2017