Johnette Loefgren Poet Free verse

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..............

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