Gypsy Wine
GYPSY WINE
This red summer is buried in the wine,
it holds a fragrant oak and note of mine,
to drink to heart and heart to love divine,
we sip the sun rays in and off the vine.
The crystal glasses clink to celebrate,
a golden moon too full to hesitate,
to give a kiss and kiss to hold our fate,
in every drop we drink or pause to wait.
When shooting stars are in the wine we drink,
and sunsets fall beneath a rim in pink,
forever hold and hold to keep the link,
between the things we say or thoughts we think.
Let's raise a glass, it may be Summer's last,
to see the season slip so sweetly past.
-By Edlynn Nau
© August 18, 2016
Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016
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