Salvation

You are the dream, and the dreamer
And sleep when it’s at its deepest
You are things all, coalesced
Enough for a lifetime of discoveries
Deep enough to drown
Sorrowful enough to be lost in forever

This dream of forever you
With its grand intoxication
This nagging awareness of how you always were
The snake and Eve, and the forbidden fruit too
The songs of things all, in the garden of Eden
Where it all began, at the very start

The shaman, and the lover
Relief from all wounds bar those that run the deepest
Say if your touch does not soothe like that of the healer
It still is the closest thing to, one can find, to salvation