A SCENT

A drop captured what falls on skin and leaves

A stir within essenced with bliss and mixed

A brew that adds elixir of belief

within experience that lies transfixed

Inside a cask that floats on Northern shores

And asks in doubt what rolls in troubled mind

Unquantified whats said behind closed doors

The need that grows in quiet waters blind

Bottled euphoria how best described

By words that blaze alive in dragon fire 

And trip over thoughts that wallow inside

Clouding shrouded questions in a quagmire

Sampled perfume tis not a scent that stays

Instead is flavour that bides endless days