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..
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