I remember this one.
And it speaks once more
To the hunger I feel
As I starved of late
For your words.
Blessed place to be,
When I find such comfort,
And banquet presented,
As I once said,
On pretty platters,
Though this be not
Of the darkness so much
As that of the sun,
Which I should assume
Is yet envious to find
Such shine confronting
Its own aurora.
Wonderful yet again,
And as always.
Well, fed, I should be then,
After devouring
Such tasty images.
Thank you.
~Slightly Sated
