Wise One

wise one, I know
your words mean well
but in my heart
a strange tree grows
watered by the molten moon
laden heavy with flowers white
roots go deep
into my soul

wise one, I know
your words mean well
but maddened by
the fragrance wild
like errant bees
my senses go
deeper and deeper
into that grove

wise one, I know
your words mean well
but they are only words
and cannot cure
this thirst
which now drives me insane
for the heady taste
of that nectar pure

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