Monday, 8 November 2010

Lullaby In Glass

I’ve opened the wine wish you here…
close your eyes and you
can be near and help me drink it;
help me sink
down into it, while we only
and dream;
and you play
music for me,
all night,
beneath the gleaming stars… is simply our
secret balm
for all those
invisible scars,
and surely, a lullaby,
with sweetness and strength enough
to drown out any
rough or harsh regrets
we have foolishly let
set into
our souls
and there keep us
from sleep.

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