Grail

Give me a drink that saves my soul.

Give me a drink to wash away

the dust of the road I walk,

the dust I have inhaled just by living,

year after year.

It clogs my lungs, my eyes, my mind.

It slows my blood,

it wrinkles my skin,

and tires my steps on this road

although there are still miles and miles to traverse.

What kind of beverage will do?

An elixir, no less.

Perhaps only water from the fountain of youth.

That would send a jolt through my spine,

and put a shine on my teeth.

Maybe what matters is not the liquid, but its vessel.

We all know about the Holy Grail.

Anything poured into it is bound to transform,

anything drunk from it is sure to cure.

I mean, I am surely not just my bodily fluids,

but I might be the container of them.

I need them, but they don't make me.

I am the Grail of what floats through me.

I'd like to think that I'm Holy.

So the question is:

What liquid is worthy of filling a Holy Grail?

But wait, I just said that the Grail itself takes care of that.

So, it doesn't matter what I drink,

but how I treat it once I've got it inside.

I must take delight in it.

That's the secret of life, as well.

Here's my Youtube account, if you prefer going there:
Aravadia.

Stefan Stenudd