Ambrosia

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Beneath a sky embroidered with starlight's gleam, 
I dreamt of ambrosia, a celestial stream. 
No mortal wine, nor honeyed summer's kiss, 
Could hold a candle to such liquid bliss.

Through verdant valleys where the whispers ran, 
Of ancient secrets whispered tree to man, 
I chased the fragrance, elusive, light, 
A wisp of magic in the moonlit night.

Across windswept plains where echoes played, 
In sun-drenched deserts where silence swayed, 
I climbed and crawled, a pilgrim evermore, 
Driven by hunger for that golden door.

I scaled Olympus, its summit fraught, 
Where stars and storm clouds hung in tangled thought, 
I braved the hydra's venom, fire's sting, 
To taste the nectar gods and poets sing.

But ambrosia, it seemed, a trickster's game, 
Shifted, danced, always just out of frame. 
Was it a fruit unseen, a hidden well, 
Or something whispered in a conch shell's swell?

Then whispers on the wind, a voice unseen, 
Knit words like starlight, shimmering, keen: 
"Seek not the droplet, but the endless rain, 
For thirst resides not in the cup, but pain."

My eyes unfurled, the dream began to fade, 
But lingered still, a whispered serenade. 
The taste of ambrosia, I finally knew, 
Wasn't a drink, but courage, clear and true.

The will to rise above, to mend, to yearn, 
To face the sun, despite the tears that burn, 
To find the nectar in each breath I take, 
In laughter's bloom, in love's unyielding ache.

And so I rise, the dream a guiding light, 
To sip the ambrosia, born of my own might. 
No chalice needed, no celestial chase, 
For in my heart, it flows, a boundless grace.

The will to taste, the hunger to create, 
This is the ambrosia, my immortal bait. 
In every sunrise, every moonlit tear, 
The sweet elixir, whispering, ever near.