Wine

Freshly brewed or decades old I love to have them all at my lips, In my mouth and in my stomach Oh! How I feel them while gulping down I can't say I can't say my friends The ecstasy of over the moon And being in the heaven gently breezes in And unfolded quietly is my soul before me Taste varies and so is intoxication When I take Plath's I feel homeless and lonely When I take Dickinson's I feel homesick and death-friendly And in a secluded place I build my castle, Close-by a garden where flowers bloom And birds tweet and my whole world abides From where spring forth poems, story and life When I take Frost's I am a countryman raising fields and farms And loving woods and meadows and brooks and stars And when I take Keats' I think of you and you and you Love, beauty and romance outpour And when I take Angelou's I ask for my dignity and freedom And when I take Shelley's and Poe's and Parker's and…………. Many things happen and many things felt And so is the intoxication mixed and great And after taking yours I go to sleep my friends I go to sleep But short is life and big is chalice And deep is the sea of wine And large is your heart and your enterprise Where you burn midnight oil And create, mix and remix And bring colors, tastes, imagination to life And life to inanimate things Once in the dead of night I saw death standing at my door I kindly invited him in to share my drinks And filled his cup to the very brim with this wine And said cheers, cheers and cheers And he said, "It has a twang of a paradise in it smacking his lips" And left in darkness seeking goodness and peace And when I got up in the morning I felt freshness of life in everything But how long my friends how long My chalice of life is not as big as yours That it can hold your bitter-sweet wine infinitely And may spill over soon or latter But happily with the wealth of peace and beauty As I fill my life and after I will to the very brim With the pleasure of your wine eternally