And here we are



The warm fires

In winter

Dry leaves


Sweet is the wine

Long and brief is the love we share

Yet stronger

From grief


The music starts

Her lips are close

Her hair is down

The wine

The fire

The earth

Everything else is smoke…


Between the voices

The crowd

I see her

Red dress

How can you not

See her

Even now

After all this time

My eyes

Are always looking

Across the room

For a red dress


And here we are

After all this time

And all this grief

And all that is brief

And the wine is sweet

Her eyes are closed

Her lips are close


Everything else is smoke ….


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