SUMMERWINE

Oh friend, drink ye of Summerwine sweet;

Bring forth it to thy lips

And let the heady sweetness

Tickle thy senses

As doth it rests there, poised

Waiting for thee to sup

It ever so slowly;

That sweet Summerwine giddy,

A-tingle with the froth o’ tiny bubbles

Which doth float on its mysterious depths,

Swirling around the brim,

Splashing lightly, gliding ever so close

As ye tilt the overflowing goblet gently,

Towards thy fervent thirsty lips

Which doth eagerly await

That taste of pleasures promised sweet;

For wordlessly doth its nectar entice thou

To a mesmeric ride into eternity;

As, no sooner wouldst it brush past thy willing lips

Wouldst it seep into the very depths of thy being,

To linger and leave

A strange enchantment heady

For all times yet ever to come

And leave ye gasping, yearning for more;

Come, my love, drink ye of Summerwine most sweet...

~Glowing Embers~