Craving... Imported wine

 

 

What 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