I drive through trees of black
I take the long road back
Just like I grabbed my power
Back there: in my darkest hour
My waves are ones of might
They pass through day and night
Life repeats in rolling oscillations
To their beat: chanting incantations
Putting names to constellations
In my space of contemplation.
In this turning of the great wheel
To anything that makes your hair raise
Stay attuned: to exactly what you feel
Neither curse its name or sing its praise.
I drive through darkened roads
At times, stopping by dense woods
Creating new paths in the black
I always take the long road back.