Did you know love? Was it be like the early morning
Clear and bright in early summer say. One day you
Knew life was good and it was so. At noon it was a
Pouring forth, the cup that over-floweth. A drought of
Sufficiency of day and then comes the evening with all
It's splendor and the Venus star comes forth and all is
Memory that you must let go of as if it never was. And
Purple sorrow presages the night and some like me fight
Against the dying of the ligtht but in the end one let's go.
Remembering Nepenthe
Must return to the great Lethe .where forgetfulness reigns.
That you know you have loved all and completely is your
Peace for there is no better here or hereafter. What iswill it's
End is but the necessity that it should be born again that a
New child of wonder always give praise unto the Lord.
