Terroir Poem by guillermo veloso

Scars on my heart are the
Maps to my soul
When once I dreamed of return
I found the natural terrain of this love
I surveyed a poisoned terroir; a bitter vintage
Black wine now pours into tired glasses
No destination for this life that lies ahead.
The rainbow I followed to its darkening end held only
Stolen blood, love and hours
Now I seek new soil
Tender earth to till and care for
What fruits it will bear I leave to the sun