If perchance I came across a vessel
Once filled with lifeโs sweetest elixir,
It would leave me long to ponder
On who were its blessed giftee;
Who did stand to drink, to gain
From loveโs transforming tonic,
And who would leave this perpetual
Riteโs tool behind, in a world filled
With single entities.
If perchance I came across a vessel
Filled with lifeโs sweetest elixir,
I would give praise to the gods โ
Toast and drink my righteous fill
Of loveโs 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.
