Traditional healer

 

We have limited time to feel And I treasure beautiful summers But all these loose ends can only be tied by you I seek relief from stones unturned  I never thought it was desperation It felt textured in the ethereal  It felt measured in something real It felt like something I could feel But I am unable to explain To capture succinctly the loneliness  That saturates my pain.

 I keep calling your name When I'm drenched in madness Running up mountains of memories A garden of roses,  peppered with thorny facts You were a great salesman Sold me dreams.