
aging wine, i so envy you
for i'm a mere perishable woman
high in spirits
you with your spirits
turn all moments of perishable feelings otherwise
oh! wise glass of wine
such beauty and color
that mortals seekth evermore...
friend,
this song too will have been wind blown away with million others
i am steeped and barreled in obscurity and forgotten
like the cheap tardy wine,
friend,
have you reached higher planes?
has there been more clinking up there?
did the fluted crystals shine in splendor unseen?
i once had the glimpse of heaven up there !
greater vistas you may have conquered.
i long for stories ...
still of mightiness, wisdom and light hearted merrymaking
and in my dark oaken barrel
i'm further fermenting
richly colored and in abeyance.
friend,
once the words and the deeds had touched my heart
i no longer long for things that are not there
yet i long,,, i long in frail motes of strained melody
of foolish poetic high
knowing still that its
only time who am to wait upon
none but time...my friend.