RED WINE
A richer hue of scarlet,
Entices and beckons forth,
With every sip, a velvet glide,
As though on a river's course.
But when the morning light arrives,
A serpent's bite it seems,
The world awry, a disarray,
And words slip by like dreams.
Lost in the vastness of the sea,
On a ship that tosses and turns,
The mind is adrift, untethered,
As the heart for one more yearns.
Oh, what mystery in this elixir,
That can lift and yet enslave,
A siren's call that one cannot resist,
A potion that leaves one craving for more.
[Imagery and Inspiration from The Book of Proverbs
Pictures from Google]
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