Two’s company
Three’s a crowd
Add a fourth –
Things might get loud
Songs of rebirth
Shouts of revelry
The eager spark igniting
Slivers of ecstasy
Yearning so long
these ideas we supplant
a sense of who we are
we shall recover, recant
with fervor and haste,
above it all
Time’s wasting, final call
beating hard, fleeting fast
Best pour me another, kind sir
We need to make it last
©2014, Latanya Ivey