"Wherewithal" - 8/14/20

If everything was not ok
Would you arrive on "rescue day"?
Or would you have the wherewithal
To self-restrain and let me fall

To where you knew my spirit-bough
Would catch me safely lost-at-sea
Elixir-mixing liquid flames
Burning beneath merciful waves

I've often contemplated should I
Retreat to the darkest wood
What dangers would me there befall
What prayers rise up as brave and good

Through longing's mist of then and now
Surrendered like a tattered shawl
Lackluster with retracted hope
Circling subtractions velvet rope