Lest You Forget Me

Time stands still for one thing. I have, long knew how short it was: So pale each one as round and round as the word it's self. Inside of the almond, as before and after the red pomegranate. Few fires so sweet upon the tounge of it of both inside the mouth biting softly down upon the seed of bitter truth, for it may as have those so many or the few between us both. I wait as I watch out the window, proudly standing before the light of dawns new truth as you never change but always, like the leaves that fall. Each green Garnet slowly as if I could just by thinking, to make it force the trees to take leave of their leaves all in one fell drawn out breath to the ground. The air around it cool waiting for the warmth inside the cup and inside the cup the wooden spoon stirs the cream and sugar into the tea. and as long as you use cream I will never forget to bring home the sugar and when you are not looking so busy. Mixing the two together untill it is light enough to drink. p.n.