Savor Moments

The garden that you wander child was mine when I had faith in earth. I sowed the seeds, let them grow wild but never watched a blossom's birth. I wrung the nectar from each whorl got drunk on laughter and on pain but never once appriciated curls of leaves upturned on vines to praise the rain. My vines are crawling beauty-burdened, bent with longing for the grapes that never grew my tendernesses have been spent in search of what I never knew. And now.... I can't extract myself from past or pause to relish moments gone I can not capture time that fled too fast while rushing drunk from dawn to dawn. Reflections rage in midnight wars upon the plains between "I Was" and "Am" and sickle moons dissolve before the altars of "I Could" and "Can't". While you can still appriciate the taste of sweetness on your tongue my buds are bitter and irate for flavors missed when I was young... So sip the nectar, taste the wine, know the depths of high and low but don't neglect the wand'ring vines you'll need to grow your future soul.