Champagne

I look Into my glass. Viewed or wasting grace Set, "would God It came to light My Heart had melloy as rhyming By Champagne grown fill cold to Me. Could loney wait my endless rest with equanimity. Time, to make me a poem understandable lines Steals, lets part abide; and shakes this Champagne a toast At Eve with applause of no even from the Outside I could sense Inside of welcome, lack of abiding Life like Balloon's In the Air, a certain Melody sounded a show loveness faith one now It's gone and read at this Radio, each poem neatly my Ears He foundly call who He noctice wrote