If perchance I came across a vessel
Once filled with life’s sweetest elixir,
It would leave me long to ponder
On who were its blessed giftee;
Who did stand to drink, to gain
From love’s transforming tonic,
And who would leave this perpetual
Rite’s tool behind, in a world filled
With single entities.
If perchance I came across a vessel
Filled with life’s sweetest elixir,
I would give praise to the gods –
Toast and drink my righteous fill
Of love’s transforming tonic; Then
Roam my forest for the fairest doe
Worthy of a chiselled epitaph
At the closing hour of our lives:
Lives well lived, and lives lived
In love.
