A seldom desired spice

 

 

Upon a dusty, remote shelf, lies in wait a spice

to season the meals of your days, your nights

It seems deprivation is the preferred taste

your palate lives its hours, while this spice

hovers over its dreams and your time – lost !

 

Spice is the light, is the life in ones journey.

Each meal should be sprinkled bountifully

with the essence of this self-imprisoned spice

Who !. - with wild abandon – wants to lay upon

your days, your nights, your hours, with his rainbow

 

coloured flakes, essences, to relieve, to brighten,

to add flavours to your meals – that your palate

may not  - ever – have tasted or has long forgotten.

Spice is the light, is the life in ones journey.

Not one moment should be denied, be lost to eternity.

 

B. J. “A” 2

September 23^rd 2006