THREE MEMORIES
~ The wine ~
Red as the finest ruby in the making,
Pure and clear like the gems in your heart,
The scent enchanting,
The taste full of promises untold;
your eyes the glass. Did love unfold?
Such is the wine of my soul.
~ The fireplace ~
Sleep; sleep, my precious one
Embraced in the warmth of my fire
The logs will burn a while.
My soul will burn each time
Your soul lies on my breast
At sunset, in winter Sunday afternoons,
When fire paints the skies
When a fireplace gives our lives
A glimpse of endless loneliness,
A mortal glow of immortality.
~ The Company ~
What you miss is yourself in me
What I miss is myself in you
Tender and true,
Fiery and red
Pleasure and grief dwell side by side
Earth and sky by this abide;
Senses are numb but not forever.
Of the volatile red of the wine
And the withering fireplace
I choose the soothing Company to share
And care.
NS
28.12.2000
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