Posted by: Liza Rosenberg | April 5, 2010

Glass of Wine

Distant figures on a hill
Landscape stark and desert still
Sun is fading from my view
In altered state, I think of you

Rocks that scrape against my skin
On the outside looking in
Wondering what I thought I knew
In altered state, I think of you

A distant figure drawing near
The boy who whispers in my ear
Sharing secrets old and new
In altered state, I think of you

Alas, the light begins to fade
Of desert night, I’m not afraid
Stars are many; noises few
In altered state, I think of you

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