A Glass Of Wine Poem by dino evans

Cold, I can feel the winters breath on me tonight...
November brings December into view...
I sit, and in the hearth I see your face in firelight...
This glass of wine, taking the place of you...

I drink, and in my mind I'm back to when...
We watched the falling leaves, beside the fire...
Intoxication takes from me, more than I take in...
And leaves me here alone, with my desire...

But as I pour another glass of sorrow in my heart....
Another bottle crashes to the floor...
I walk upon all the shattered rhymes, I've torn apart...
My reason clouded now, unclear before...

I shut myself inside again, to keep the cold at bay...
Unlock the loss with bottles, that I drink...
To think that if I open them, the pain will go away...
But it just pours back out of me, in ink...

Pictures, that were taken show me a different man...
The images, just moments trapped in time...
I've tried not to see them, but I don't think I can...
Forget the photographs, caught in my mind...

It gets me nowhere fast, though I travel on and on...
To places I have been, with you in mind...
The memories come back to me, another bottle gone...
Still trying to relive, relieve, unwind...

But the tension holds me, keeps me in the tight grip of...
The reasons that I drink to ease my thought...
Holds me to a picture of a girl, a life, a love...
And all the loneliness, that this has brought...

Allowing visitation, with these nights of what once was...
Believing drink, may bring you back to me...
Trying to get back mistakes I've made, but just because...
My crying here alone, won't set me free...

Won't let me see through all the wine now in my hand...
Or see through clouded glass, when I am finished...
I pull another cork, like so many grains of sand...
My power to decide these things, diminished...

To see the eyes I once had known, that looked right into me...
Transparent as I am, and was before...
My love I never tried to hide, I hoped that you would see...
But I've lost hope, it's closed and locked the door...

Locked me far away from all I had, or ever knew...
Then closed me in to what I know today...
Falling autumn leaves, that remind me still of you...
With firelight that seems to dance, and play...

Play with all I am, or all I'd hoped to be...
And give me only tears dropped from these eyes..
My glass is full again, though now it's full of me...
And all the sad and tearful cruel goodbyes...

For goodbye is not the end of love, but beginning of alone...
'I love you' not the start of love, as well...
But I'm still thinking, wandering, back to what is gone...
It breaks my spirit, that much I can tell...

I've told my story many times, to this old photograph...
I've tried just to explain, but no one hears...
Each bottle that I open, and the others seem to laugh...
At drinks I mix, with sorrow and with tears...

I suppose that it's my mind, just playing tricks you see...
Octobers shining leaves now turned to brown...
Outside this window, Decembers darkness screams to me...
Another reason just to think, and drown...

Drown myself in pity, and another shaking glass...
Held within this shaking heart of mine...
The broken heart of such a man, that's fading, fading fast...
Dissolving in another glass of wine...

Shrinking with each bottle that lies cluttered on my floor...
Dying, as the embers of my fire...
Gone is yet another day, but I know there are more...
Before the death of me, and my desire...

Desire that does not resist the clock, or years of time...
Doesn't die with drink that I consume...
Hasn't gone away in any broken, dismal rhyme...
Or a glass of wine, that takes the place of you...

dean evans 11-07 -08