Healing Spirit

Make provisions in the morning in the blurred and blackened darkness, as you traverse misty moonlight waiting for my shifting shadow, tragic trail of love behind me seeking out your motes of longing notwithstanding heaven's calling still remanded to the passions in the prisons of your mind. I will find you there and heal you wrap the seasons of forgiveness 'round your pallid soul forever I alone recall the wind words folded fine along your fingers 'neath the skin of tortured visions that rebuke your broken spirit in the totem of the past..............