Tuesday, March 22, 2011

With you, my cup should overflow
its brim with ambrosia
What should I do with all that nectar
it should be sacrilege to spill
Elixir is dangerous for mortals
We should be content with remembrance and hope.

Yet, some day I shall come looking for you
like a lost puppy.

1 comment:

S said...

Agree, other than the last two lines. I have a completely different philosophy. And a pretty large ego :)