The Taste of Wine
While traveling deep
and weaving through the vine
I had a taste of lovely wine
The wine it was a scent devine
Upon it which to
Grow and Climb
I climbed the vine
And ate the grapes
And found the leaves
And donned a cape
I donned the cape
And drank the wine
Which tasted bitter
At the time
Time Time on which to rhyme
To rhyme upon a spiraling vine
The grapes I ate
Till I was full
I climbed the Vine
Till it was Yule
The Sun! O Sun!
Began to grow
I climbed into
the clouds to know
The vine I climbed
And donned the cape
Oh Warmth of Sun
Oh Spirit of Grape
And I became
an amorphous shape
To eat the grapes
Upon the Vine
To laugh and cry
Upon the line
To see the pine
In through the field
To see below
the dragon shield
Tis far, so far, I am above!
To drink the wine
Of laughter and love
To see, to see
As mourning dove
To soar, to soar
A serpent dragon
conceiving of
Life O Life
And Death Below
To Rise this Vine
To taste and go
Go I Go
Through spiralling vines
To dine a swine
And drink white wine
And verse a verse
A ley a line
A Sun O Sun
A Moon Devine
And so I travel on
And drink the Wine!
© Lori Foster/Rain Feather
2/13/07
snow/waning moon 6:57 pm
