Illustrations in Wine and Love
This white wine pours aches into these young bones;
Transforming me into a spinning smile
while a song penetrates my humanity in violet tones.
Childhood gifts on my shelf whisper happy times,
though I can barely hear
through the tangles of regret when I ignored your cries.
My wine illustrates memories of a kiss
that I wish now was stronger than my phantom guilt.
I assure you I wanted nothing more than this.
Difficulties in the simplicity of my sorrow;
I want to be your world, but messages are lost
in the perpetual wait for tomorrow.
A hopeful light cast upon your room;
Two years, and not even a night in June
could inspire my lingering love to bloom.
Will this fear and doubt prevent me from flying
to the freedom that is you and I together again?
I give haste to my expectations, but never to trying.
Transforming me into a spinning smile
while a song penetrates my humanity in violet tones.
Childhood gifts on my shelf whisper happy times,
though I can barely hear
through the tangles of regret when I ignored your cries.
My wine illustrates memories of a kiss
that I wish now was stronger than my phantom guilt.
I assure you I wanted nothing more than this.
Difficulties in the simplicity of my sorrow;
I want to be your world, but messages are lost
in the perpetual wait for tomorrow.
A hopeful light cast upon your room;
Two years, and not even a night in June
could inspire my lingering love to bloom.
Will this fear and doubt prevent me from flying
to the freedom that is you and I together again?
I give haste to my expectations, but never to trying.