Sweet Nectar

Like sweet nectar, life’s enticingly fine right now.
Wail and just be, unaware of the how.
Mojo’s electric and Dizzy’s got me jumping.
Enjoying the mind roars, thumping, thumping.

Thankful for solace nights endeavour to keep.
I couldn’t imagine the deluge of weep.
A few seconds of foresight at best.
Couldn’t hope for anything less.

Time briefly borrowed to shine and grin.
I could, I would, stay where I begin,
Whenever will you see me again?
Come see up here, we’re free from refrain.

Well is it Dizzy, is it for no reason?
Depends on the tides and the season.
At best I can guess what will forever be.
I’m up for taking chances just to see.

© 2014 The Rum Review