Nectar.
Like an eel
in liquid my movement feels free
for I view our future being unaltered
so at last I smile on looking forward
as love\'s immortality
I now see.
Like an ant
rushing between holes in grain-sacks
on leaving my former grief-restriction
I race to abandon graveyard addiction
and tasting abundance will
not turn back.
Like wax
softened by fire yet melting in thanks
I remember the ties we built together,
chains of happiness must last forever
if heaven makes nectar such
as we drank.