Miscellaneous

A Glass for the Lovers

Sitting in Rico’s
On a winter’s afternoon.

Recalling how Meili was so beautiful
That I thought her name was “Life”.

Thinking how fate
Arrived on a pale horse to part us.

Remembering when my eyes
Turned as hard as shadows on the moon.

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We all want to believe the stories
That our greatest love is our destiny.

We all want to believe intimacy so profound
Never turns to ashes scattered in a bitter sea.

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We all want to believe.

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Come! But come, I’ll buy a glass for you
On this winter’s afternoon.

A glass for you, and a glass for the things
That are fated to be.

A glass for you, and a glass for the lovers
That must bleed out to the sea.

Come! But come before the river flows past,
For the river can never flow back.

15 thoughts on “A Glass for the Lovers”

  1. Love how sober this is in the beginning, painting a depth of sorrow that is visually arresting with its imagery and then the turn

    And we are toasting almost in spite of it!

    Really wonderful…

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  2. This poem is a good reminder of how life comes and goes, how the beach waters wash over the sand, day by day, life and death, new potentialities.

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