Winter Wine

She lies in the grass,
and the wind gently kisses her face.
She looks up to the sky
and let's out a cry:

"Bring me winter wine.
Bring me something that I can call mine."

Frost has grown within her soul
she prays for warmth to fill the hole.
Her soul has grown fragile over the years.

It's fragile as lace.
"Remediate me.
Bring me winter wine.
Don't let me forget.."

Winter wine touches her lips.
Acting as a potion,
her mind drifts away
with a single sip.


The rose in her soul begins to defrost
How addictive this must be.
No wonder she doesn't put an end
to this dream
How pleasurable this must be.

"Drunken memories
makes me feel free.."

In her head,
she dances to the melody
of spoken words
and memories.
All night,
'till the stars die.

letting out a sigh she cries:

"Not all is lost...
I take pleasure in drunken memories.
I'm alive.
But only for a short time."