my longing eyes are deeply staring
at the lying empty bottles of wine
and not so far away, is a misty glass
in it, is a chunk of haply floating diamond
melting fast, against the buoyancy
of the unfriendly and acidic liquid
not far away too, is a virtual riverbed
that extends between my drying throats
down to the provocative and tempting glass
gulp! gulp! in every lump of fluid that comes
is a commotion to my system
what had happened ….and look!
there are stars produced in the air
but only my weary eyes could see,
ohhh… did the skies came close?
i could only wonder
or the wine drifted close to my heart
washing away sticky painful thoughts
but the glass is empty now
the space is void of hope
but the dawning sun
caused my optimism to grow
when the silver curtain breaks…..
she came running with open arms
please...please.... please
don’t wake me
yes….
I’m still dreaming
Ayi Escalona
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-just-the-wine/
