Elixir
Viscous fluid
once known – that filled our fragile lungs
nurturing as we grew
forming out of nothing-
Fluid breathed that once expelled, left us yearning
for the fullness it offered every open space within.
Expelled and replaced by some
Sad substitute necessitating constant vigil-
Until – one day- again
a breath taken becomes so much more than
all the breaths we took before.
This breath, this invisible treasure –
holds pure essence of another
mingled in its molecules.
We taste on tongue and inhale deeply-
memory of something lost
that fed and formed us
Now back again-
filling every open place
and we are home.
It comes unseen on random breeze
Impossible to anticipate.
Its elixir
Poured by angels
Down parched throats
Anointing each remaining breath as
Worthy food
To feed a hungry soul.
It is no wonder-
Should it leaves us-
Why we gasp and whither
Having lost it twice in one life.
Word Ninja Girl 