Ode to Mother Nature and Her Elixir Divine

I do not discriminate elixir...

From bubbly Armand de Brignac champagne to red and white wine
To rose, sparkling, vermouth, port, sherry and fruits divine

Some drink lager, cider, beer, porter, cooler, breezer, pilsner or stout,
Have no fear we’ll tickle your fancy without a doubt
To spirits and breweries in mead, ales and drafts
I love them all as sambuca rainbows and greenfairies Absinthe craft.

To crystal clear Belvedere vodka and infamous 1800 Coleccion tequila blackouts
There’s rum or whiskey Macallan for those precious eagle scouts
To sakes, lambanogs, dawas, piscos, soju and amarula
There’s gin or brandy and tipples a plenty

Liqueurs that dazzle and sometimes it’s a hassle
Because there’s so many to choose from
That songs of love were inspired by couples torn asunder

So if you think these potions spice up your life and make you wonder
Just remember far too many and the world spins about
Drink wisely and let your spirit roar
It’s my motto to try one and all
But in moderation that is what I adore.

Un-apology

Sometimes I think the person that ever truly understood me
Can only be reached far beyond the horizon.

When an overcast of gray clouds obstruct silver linings
I search for her.

Solace slips its tentacles past Khaos into the tantalising arms of Eros’ loving charms
Momentarily halting a piper’s piped catatonic trance.

Awakening from a wintery slumber
and barely into spring’s arrival
Shadows lurk in morning dew drops
A bittersweet symphony of existence
Forging eternal dances of sunlight and moonbeams.

These were the times I longed to have my soul sister around.