She had natural heat,
an amber furnace
& a sweet fragrance
concocted in Heaven.
Then she disappeared.

I've tried
so many times
to duplicate her,
struggled long
to find the right mix,
only to realize
her lovely-recipe
was made by sacred memory
& seemed gone forever.

O surely,
it must have come
down in the rain.
& now,
only my silent crying
remains,
mixed with
my own pain.

Yet still,
every chance I get,
I look up
to lap the droplets
falling from her storm.