All night long there were stars
at the bottom of my wine-cup.
I drank, I was drunk with love
and now they're leaving me!
Glorious sunrise at my window
is a poor substitute. Maybe
the stars will come again tonight
if I'm drunk enough.
Maybe I'll learn to see stars at noon
as they say you can from the bottom
of a well. Maybe if I fall into my wine
I'll see them when I look up.
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Sunday, February 08, 2009
Celestial Aubade
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
5 comments:
Drinking to forget - or remember.
The stars rarely stay long enough. Lovely plea...
Interesting use of this prompt. You did well with this one. Much enjoyed!
Christy
Love this! The stars in the bottom of the wine cup is such a great image!
Nicely done! I like the idea of the stars being in the wine...
Post a Comment