Slipping in between the spaces of time
Turning smoke into water into wine
Waking and sleeping just an illusion
Never quite coming to a conclusion
Fragile grasp on reality turns to mist
Mist becomes shadow and shadow becomes nothingness
Dancing across the strands of timeless music
Turning smoke into water into wine
Ahh don't you wish you were mine
Speaking of love from my wine soaked lips
You beg and plead just for a kiss
Evaporating now into the sublime
My soul now reflecting in your wine
Drink of me and know my intentions
While I linger here in suspension

wow.....great one baby

Very to the point Poet. Good to see your work and even nicer to see you