Spent

Life is a wonder of choices exhausted

of time love and money squandered

seeking more of the same drama to light up my soul

once again to find it played out in the opening scene –

Romance gone in a soft gentle breeze of a death

perfume of love lingers; I leave before decay.

wanting, yearning, full of tenderness in the dark of the

night, and wondering of it all with the dawn.

The moment is gone: not bitterness, nor sweet sadness

the promises of never to come again are amiss

To reach for it there is but so fleeting, and in

its own allure is a nectar I will seek

…for the rest of my days in your presence, on

paper, in prayer, in all God’s moments as gifts…

so free, as nothing was spent to receive the

gift of the power of connecting.

I am spent – but saving again for

the lotion the potion the magic

of which you offer.

Copyright © September 2003 Amy L. Allison