Visions In Vino
Lo doth the grapes drip from my lips
and stain my mouth like royalty
Awake in the darkness
Learning the truth of the vines
Hearing the whispers of weeds
Saturated with the knowledge of life
Enlightened by the promise of death
Moved by Miles
Seduced by the highway
A golden horn of broken yellow
Played softly to a beast
The gentle hum of change
outside your window
A warm feeling of home
inside a glass
An oasis of my mind.
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