The Healer
A mind as clear as a crystal wand
sends freckles of light, electric blue
flowing through fingertips.
Traces the outline ethereal,
to the soul of a distant friend.
Cools a port wine stain which flaws
the beauty of a pale complexion.
A lavender pomander inhales
the smokey residue from a snuffed out candle,
leaving just a vacant space between them.
Jeff Dawson
Thu 13th Aug 2009 00:06
Come and heal me Janet!! Thought provoking nice little piece, poems not bad either Ha Jeff XX