Muddy Wine.

[Guest guest]

Muddy Wine

I was dog tired and could not sleep.

Stirring the muddy wine in my soul glass,

looking for a picture to frame.

A ragged pilgrim appears;

His face a sand blast of poetry.

And from his open breast

a sweet chanting of nomad music

redolent of loss, return and acceptance.

I arise to greet him.

He stands on the other side of an oasis

behind him the empty desert.

“Do you have a name stranger†I ask.

He smiles and beckons with his open hand

for me to cross the water to him.

A quick thought of fear -

I said, “I cannot get to you from here,

I shall have to walk around this water.â€

Then slowly a dawn of meaning arose in my eyes.

“Part the waves of your heart†the stranger said.

“Drink your muddy wine. I am the desert wind

and you are my name. Taste this last drop

of your regrets, open my door, and enter.â€

This tale has no ending but silence.

love

eric

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