Innocent and benign,
Within, their amber glass bottle,
Soft sky blue, Pretty Pills,
I'll not be walking, a straight line.

A bottle of red wine,
Will accompany me,
Soon, no distress will I feel,
On today's quest.

Waiting for the new day,
I sit facing east,
Waiting for the sunrise,
As the gray fades in.

The tip of the sun,
Brakes through the horizon,
A few pills I'll savor,
Chased down, with a glass of fine wine.

Serene, I will feel, floating,
Hovering the Earth,
Untill the orange, of the sun's birth,
Is Gone, "thus a new day."

All the pill, will follow,
Washing them down,
With the fine wine,
Knowing of no tomorrow.

Flying without wings,
Feeling warm, without care,
Flying into the sun, like a royal falcon,
Into infinity's end, "Only if I dared."

By: William Bonilla........10/13/02

*****It's Only A Poem, In reality, I Have No Such Intentions And Never Did*****