Nectar of Memory
Drain me,
Drain me,
Drain all of me.
Draw from the
Nectar of my mind.
Dreams and intent
Steeped in memory,
Sweet with loss.
Weeping branches
Refill the bucket from
The trunk that never stops
Grasping for the sky.
Tendrils of hope
Branch to ether.
Year upon year,
A quiet song etched in wood—
Not louder, but deeper.
A story in rings,
Each line, a verse
Each scar, a stanza.
This life, read like myth.
The kind they write books about.
A page-turner.
Loved wholly,
Through-and-through,
Without measure.
Loved like that pig.
He was some pig
After all.
I love all of you.
And not having
You is my
Greatest expression.
Like the spider’s words,
written in the air—
not loud,
But lasting.
It doesn’t end.
It only echoes,
Waiting for the wind.
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Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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