Go before me, like a forest dweller with a machete –
Carve a way in the wild.
Make a path for me in the brush of the shadow-life,
And when we reach the flower field on the other side,
Teach me the freedom of dropping the blade
and forgetting the battle.
Teach me to rest among the dandelions,
To fall asleep easy under the blue black
dotted with the light of galaxies that never burn out.