When the Last Grape Withers On the Vine

When The Last Grape Withers On The Vine Soon Fate will diminish my last returns with all -decaying awaits its fuel Shall I cry-while my heart still burns begging reprieve from this last duel? When the last grape withers on the vine the last cloud drops its sweet rain Shall I pray again for me and mine? Thanking the coming end to my sad pain? Will darkness merely be groups of long dreams cavern filled with nothingness and lost desires Or an endless blue lake fed by eternal streams of deep love from divinely hot fires? Soon Fate, wild master and death-slayer too destroys asking neither the why nor the who. R.J. Lindley, Feb16th , 1974 Note- Forty -two years later, --- came and went in the blink of an eye..