Distillation Poem by DM W

Let me gather up all the flowers you refused.
Let me trace the star that gleamed on that fateful night.
I don't expect any easy answers from the gods.
I don't wait in patient awe like martyrs or saints.
I don't believe in drugs or herbal remedies,
Or engage in gambling as I don't have much luck.
I don't do horoscopes for reasoned principles.
I don't expect Love to find its way through wastelands
Of despair. I only have faith in the power
Of poetry to drive a bold light through the darkness.