The Healing

I summon you, come, share my solitude

The mirror of my fear, my hopes and my dreams;

My spirit, oh spirit, give fortitude

A lost soul floating in an endless stream.

Oh pull me from the wreckage of my youth,

Pick up the pieces of the old time bliss;

Lead my existence to the path of truth

For the rebirth of life and happiness.

But the wind from the East is still blowing

Certainly, oblivious of time and space;

I shall now stand up, my awakening

My spirit and I no longer in haze.

Truly, life and spirit are two but one,

It is where everything began.

"The Healing" A sonnet by Anamarie Cavaniero