Like a fish
in liquid my movement feels free
as I see our future being unaltered
I can taste possibility in each dawn
for love's immortality
I at last see.

Like a bee
rushing between sweet pollen sacks
on leaving a former grief constriction
I race to abandon my cell's addiction
after tasting abundance and shall
not turn back.

Like wax
softened near fire I, melting in thanks
remember the ties love burnt together,
days of perfection shall last forever
if the Heavens make nectar such
as we drank.