Remembering, I ponder my wine glass,
Envisioning blazing night embers,
Shadows dancing in my dreams,
And I consider......Love.
I am indecisive,
My memories are desolate,
And I question your love
Because you called Collect!
I wonder where your soul is
As these restless night shadows burn,
While memory's red, red colors bleed
Like a clock's relentless flight.
Scarlett Treat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-red-wine/
