The lightness in my palm, I balance
The evening inside, bottle grasped
With force, I twist, then slowly pull
Cork yields to my persistent will
The color in the evening light,
Inspecting, swirling, now it dances.
A new scent, never sensed before
To be perceived, never again
A smokey kiss of crystal red
my mind jumps to awareness full
No troubles to distract my thoughts
From the ruby flash of light
Where did she go so quickly yet?
Is this all she had to offer me?
Promised more patience soon to follow
Pour more life into my glass
My thoughts now start to slow and dwell
not on the problems of the world
but flowers on the garden walk
another sip, another thought.
My second glass lingers long
mesmerized, the whirling pool
The scent once so novel now
is comforting, familiar, safe
A new glass and diminished hopes
Of limitless undying love.
But frees me now to ponder new
day as night may fade away.
I know the bottle pities me
It's gently mocking emptiness
A few extra drops fall into
A last glass filled a bit too full
I know this final glass by name
slumber I call her to myself
She soothes me with a dulled desire
Prepares me for a new tomorrow.
