saviour

an intervention ferried by your light
deep in my dreams kissed on a tree that wilts
the leaves were ripe again, revived, the sight
had brought my tears to stream then stole my guilt
you touched its root then bore and sowed your seed
as if to say 'oh, come and see again...
the very essence of the strength you need'
then took my breath and soon my every pain
i felt that callous veil of darker days
begin to lift then i was reassured
and learned that stewing in my weary ways
could cost me more than i've ever endured

if my immortal soul turned to debris

before you saved that tree, would i still see?