I don't need the night to think of you,
And yet, when the sun's rays decline,
Suppressed memories make their debut
As my lips are moistened by the wine
Two ruby glasses sit on the sill,
(I fill your glass as if you were still here)
Into this red ink I dip my quill,
Resurrecting memories from their bier
Slowly I sip, alone in the dark,
While raking through the dying embers
Of memories, hoping just a spark
Will ignite as the wine remembers
A shadow moves across the wall,
One more sip.... now the flame's aglow,
Ghosts of love harken to the wine's call,
Passion has been stirred, let the wine flow!
I feel your breath, I can hear you sigh
As you gently take me in your arms,
Your trembling hand caresses my thigh,
The blessed wine is weaving its charms
To what depths will this sorcery go?
Shall I submit, or recoil in fear?
Must I dwell 'neath winter's dreadful snow.....
Or let you hold me treacherously near!
But soon the final sip will be drawn,
Then the wine will mock my aching heart,
All too soon you'll fade into the dawn,
Please, one last kiss before you depart
O, the wine imposes heavy dues!
With each sip, I'm deeper in its debt,
The wine remembers, but I must choose.....
Has the time come for us to forget?
I can't but to fall on my knees Due to heart burned by regret Arm and eye but ghosts seize Yet set longing's a live magnet.
Absolutely beautiful imagery and a scenario i can relate to, thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
are you sure you didn't mean beer? ? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A bier is a stand on which a corpse, coffin, or casket containing a corpse, is placed to lie in state or to be carried to the grave. In Christian burial, the bier is often placed in the centre of the nave with candles surrounding it, and remains in place during the funeral. =========================== another stunning write, as opposed to a stunning right which could knock a boxer out of the ring! too many lines to mention. too little time! drat! NO typos! ! : ( bri :) to MyPoemList, but, alas, longer than i want for a showcase these days. ; (