Craving... Imported wineA Poem by ragtackWhat is the movement, what is this time, shadows dancing in
this moment… of mine, glasses sparkling in moon dipped rhymes, I sit alone, for
the star is not mine, I long, for the oneness, as I stare at a imported glass
of wine, for each breath, there is other, but shell I ever hear, the whisper of
mine, for youth did flee and the midlife crisis has passed, moving now, till
one breath shall be the last. Shell I tip my glass, for loneliness has long
filled the flask, now my comforter, in a world that does not last, shell warm
glow of imported wine, let the fantasies dance, of love, of oneness, letting
the cold hand of reality pass © 2012 ragtack |
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Added on July 5, 2012 Last Updated on July 5, 2012 Author |