poetry flows from my heart <br />the way wine gurgles <br />into this fine crystal glass <br />dancing with the moon <br />clinking to a lonesome night <br />the riveting sublime light <br />sparkles like the beauty of verses <br />sip by sip the light flows into me <br />line by line spirited verses <br />oozes from my heart <br />the essence distillled from <br />matters of heart and soul <br />my love, would you pour me wine <br />vintage wine from that bottle <br />that has caroused with time <br />to give us its real wonder? <br />through it i see the beauty <br />of the world as verses flow <br />from a seasoned heart that has <br />twisted, whaltzed, swung, rocked with time <br /> <br /> <br />inspired by <br /> <br />A Drinking Song <br />WINE comes in at the mouth <br />And love comes in at the eye; <br />That's all we shall know for truth <br />Before we grow old and die. <br />I lift the glass to my mouth, <br />I look at you, and I sigh. <br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-drinking-song-3/
