WINE THOUGHTS
Thursday, October 17, 2013 @ 3:41 PM
When all that is left hangs on
memory’s threads;
Threads far more rich in number
Than are fair hairs of your head.
Which of those memories shall I dwell on?
Will it be the moment when moonbeams,
Slept upon your lovely face;
When my tongue was stilled by your eyes,
Or love words breathed as passions died?
When each idle thought stills time
Of moments past:
And such thoughts are wine thoughts,
More than I could ever count.
Which thought will pierce my heart?
The joy and hope that greet the starting,
Sad regrets of final parting?
Who knows where love lanes twist and lead?
Whose hearts will rise, whose hearts will bleed?
Michael Walsh 1999