Nepenthe

Each time we met my name was new to my little friend,
my tiny, winged friend resided inside a garden
which boasted more blossoms than my nonexistent one,
one day she found her way to me
looking for kith or maybe a kindred soul
we drank the wind
our nepenthe.

Each time we met my name was new to my little friend,
a friendship created out of need,
out of sorrow and shared grief
reminiscent past, existent present, pendulous future
all lost in dark shadows
we drank the wind
our nepenthe.

Each time we met my name was new to my little friend,
she had come from the first rosy dawn
and had seen lives go by
in flames of different colors
past passions, dreams, hopes forgotten
we drank the wind
our nepenthe

Each time we met my name was new to my little friend,
one day we watched the day slip by
into eternity
while I lay in the sweet grass, casting a large shadow
and my one-inch friend sat on my dozing cat
we drank the wind
our nepenthe.

Each time we met my name was new to my little friend,
her awful aura of immortality
extending into an ominous future, forever hearing
the timeless laments of the world
which we sang together and then
we drank the wind
our nepenthe.

Each time we met my name was new to my little friend,
flying through the air as I watched
chained to the ground,
every movement holding envious, fluid grace
she settled on my palm and
we drank the wind
our nepenthe.

Each time we met my name was new to my little friend,
immortal, winged creature
more Earthbound than I
faery seeking perfection where there is none
the sorrows of the world forgotten only when
we drank the wind
our nepenthe.

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This is one of the few non hasty poems I have ever written. I spent two days(a record) arranging/adding/deleting/etc. I’m very curious as to what you think about it, do criticize/comment.
Thank you

~Tally