love and wine

Love& Wine

How can I forget her, eyes green as spring water cascading down

 a mountain side in Norway. Her skin silky as a morning cloud in June

and her laughter was like chuckling pearls of joyfulness.

So much festivities, wine and song, it took time before I noticed

 anything was wrong. Rages; tears of melancholy, lover of the night

 I became a spectator to a slow downfall. Eddy of too much living

 I could not go there I had my own demons to battle.

How rapid her fall, a woman every man could have and I cursed my

eternal cowardice. At her funeral I spoke to her mother we cried for

a beautiful woman we both loved, but were not able to safe.