Compass Rose

I found you at the bottom of my glass
In the last drop of my well-aged despair
And something inside of me let go.
Something vital died in near silence,
Just a soft clink of my ring
And the breaking of glass...
Far away from where I now stand.

No cartographer could ever map
The distances radiating from here
To all the essential points of my life:
The smiling, the gasping, and the crying out.
Birth, kiss, prayer, rose dropped into a hole
And every time you poured wine,
Filled my glass, and held me through the night.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

That's beautiful writing.

[Joli Dy]

Thank you so much.

[Davidgeo]

my pleasure