a calamity of epic proportion,
that steals your pain, your jaded cynicism,
and lets you feel the heat of the sun even
standing in the cold of a rainy day.
endless youth, the smile everlasting,
the power to heal and bridge all.
A vintage that only improves with age,
That must be nursed and treated like
the last one on Earth.
The rite of sacrifice that allows men to become boys,
women to become girls, and remember what
intentions we hold dear,
When faced with the end
At the edge of the precipice
Of now, yesterday and forever.