Soul Transports
               
                    Hey O the wee ones are near!
                    Hold on to your hats
                    and utter the names of your most beloved.
                    The old ones are calling!
                    Release the lock on your molecules
                    You may be whisked away
                    to  sleep for one hundred years
                    It may take a kiss
                    or a charm to wake you
                    Perhaps you've gone
                    to the land of enchantment
                    or beyond the beyond the beyond.
                    The angels are beckoning!
                    Grasp the silver cord 
                    and remember, remember
                    old Mother Earth.
                    Why did you follow the pipes?
                    Why did you gaze in the fire?
                    Why did you turn around?
                    Look on the walls inside your head
                    Read the strange script
                    Try to speak your own name
                    Call to the fire
                    to the water
                    to the air
                    to the earth
                    Ask to go home
                    Promise all the right promises
                    and come back to us, please.

                                                        -- Erica Swadley