Thereupon a banquet spread
delectable dishes arrayed—
greens, meats, fruit, and wine:
marine, fowl, farm, and vine.
Alongside me your visage bright,
imbibing, ingesting, we sup;
from selfsame platter dine—
my heart yours, and yours mine.
The goblet glints in candle gleam,
its rim still kissed with berry red;
we toast not to the fleeting dream,
but to the life we feast and wed.
Wander through the burrowed light,
mud-packed walls breathing warmth,
a kettle thrums—no rush, just the steady,
unbroken rhythm of being.
Hands work the earth, kneading sun into soil,
tucking seeds deep where roots raise memory.
Footsteps soften against moss,
small strides, sure and deliberate,
paths well-trodden yet never worn.
Bread breaks, laughter follows,
cups filled, emptied, filled again—
contentment settling into the bones.
