You are honey.
Amber potency, you will never age,
There is honor in your timelessness,
a beauty so potent that
man has tried to capture you for eons;
there are whole passages of
scripture entangled in your story.
But you are wild,
a substance only God
I just sobbed like the Moon Baby I am.
My tears aren’t silver
But maybe some day they will be;
Bubble-nosed, round-faced, and chubby-cheeked.
Thank you so much, my beautiful best.