Ode to Salvia

Ode to Salvia

O sacred bloom of violet fire,

your slender stems in twilight spire.

You dance where ancient wisdom grows,

a whisper soft, the wind bestows.

Your leaves, like tongues of silvered lore,

unravel secrets long before.

A healer’s touch, a poet’s muse,

a seeker’s path through dream-lit hues.

The earth you kiss, the sky you praise,

a fleeting vision, veiled in haze.

Yet those who dare to sip your breath

may taste the edge of life and death.

O salvia, veil of sight and sound,

where waking souls are loosed, unbound.

You bloom where dream and reason blend,

a flame, a guide, a journey’s end.