Harvest For the Senses

Before gathering gloom takes away our eyes, Let’s fill them with dandelions’ dance. Before our mouths are closed by the curfew of age, Let’s deposit in them the taste of kisses. Before dusk deafens our ears, Let them hear the just and the righteous sing. Before sweet scents are sent away, We’ll feast on the potpourris of wines and seas. Before the world is a stranger to our hands, Let the sun press into them the shapes of light. And when our hearts can no more crave, They shall declare, “O, my riches. You have no idea.”