My angel and I...
share a toast...
the sweetest Bordeaux...
within the winery of my soul...
in the warmth of the afternoon.
And yet the tannic fermentation of my thoughts...
find the process of beauty...
in the subdued North-West winds...
and the company of my guardian.
Sharing light of the harvest...
inside distilled moments of time...
diffused with the ripeness of age...
I long to walk in the vineyard of the angels...
surrounded by wings...
of those gone before I.
It is this transition...
where I will come to know the light...
and change of being...
seated among the tasting tables...
of my winged companions...
far from the unripe...
bitter-sweet bottle of life.
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where I will come to know the light...
and change of being...
seated among the tasting tables...
of my winged companions...
far from the unripe...
bitter-sweet bottle of life."
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very nice.....
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