The Drunken
The Drunken...
I‘m the drunken, drinking the dew,
Flashing my wings, purple and blue.
Breeze is coming, bringing his wine,
Cup after cup, thinking of you.
He’ll be here; maybe he is there,
He is everywhere, through and through.
My lover with his faceless face;
Told me that his love is pure and true.
He loves all lovers, endless love,
I am urging you to pursue.
I'm the candle, he is the light,
He is the fire, so love renew.
I may be insane, preaching love,
I'm calling him; what else can do?
Dance with his shadow, swim in light,
If you follow me, you’ll do too.
I am the drunken he's the wine,
I’m gullible; it means “Haloo.”
7/12/16 Haloo
Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016
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