Sour Wine

The black lotus blooms

Releasing the thought of your decadent murmurings…

Twilight dawns early these days when my

Wandering thoughts turn to you

Shadows do fall,

Harshly but gently ‘cross fields of my innocence…

Long do I hungrily for the light

Brush of your essence to mine

Slowly the vine

Wraps itself taut around lotus divine…

Leaving nothing but specters and ghosts from the

Days when your passion I drank as my wine.

Forever the Dawn

Floats through the intrigue in recess of candlelight…

Caressing away the pale moonlight

That whispers of love won and lost

Droplets of dew

Kiss the blue sky with its promise of youthfulness…

Jealous am I of their peaceful serenity,

Locked not away in my heart

As the robin fills morning with song,

I am briefly reminded of happiness…how is this?

Can I possibly live a life without

Your ardor, your friendship, your love?

A moment…to ponder the wonder of it all

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

To cast off this tribulation manifest—

Whoa-oh-ohhh-oh-ohhhhhh

Arrived has the dusk

Threat’ning to render the landscape disconsolate…

Gloomy and gray are its fingers that

Tug at the cords of my heart

Insistent am I

Bent on leaving this sorrow behind…

Nevermore will I languish, nor pine for your touch

For the past is now sour wine

Nevermore will I languish, nor pine for your touch,

For the past…is now sour wine