Guest guest Posted March 25, 2008 Report Share Posted March 25, 2008 Wine Making I told you tomorrowthat I loved you yesterday.Today is merely a Cinderella,with the impending midnight chime,changing appearance-Noticed only by the blind mindedwho cannot graspthat nothing changed. Nothing.The constant continuityof this single man made moment.This moment shared. Eternal. Time is for those late for workor the 8:00 AM school bell.I see this now... Little firefly flickershave dotted everythingI have ever written.They were imagination, so I thought.Now I knowthey were very real.Predestined subliminal tiny stars,spiraling from your light,and you, yet to come. Thus spoke the universe:“We shall serve no winebefore it's time”The ocean has washed your bottleupon the sandy beachwhich my tennis shoes call home.The cork is poppedand the Heavens themselves celebratein a job well done.Yes, you have left me tongue tiedin an electric shock of blissful stupor.Such a wonderful intoxication!God is very goodat picking grapes. -Randy Be a better friend, newshound, and know-it-all with Mobile. Try it now. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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