Dusty shade of lilac soothes the soul
Rippling waves of silence- hear them roll
Soft surf against the aches of weariness
Sage and lavender
drift away on evening tide at rest
It was a sense of quiet power there
A sleep of mind and soul suffused the air
Yet gently there becomes a rising call
A wind among the boughs
To bring with it corona- spirit song
The cotton from the mind is washed anew
Replace with sage advice from shaman man who
Shouts and swings his staff about the sky
Bones against the wind
The shifting sands of soul will cleanse his cry
Former knowledge lost as figment of unreal
Cease to care sets soul adrift among uncertain sea
Ancient crystal spell discords as magic flees
Parting mists of mind shall hidden doors reveal
Brought out of fading spirit-song
A spring of cool clear water in the soul
Pass from sleep of dreaming plentiful
A dawn-hued clarity
Of mind and body
That did float homewards on the morning tide