Guess what I saw <br />down, in the bottom of <br />my Munich Stein, <br />it was the clear reflection <br />of one who's had a few. <br />And there was promise <br />in the flecks of suds <br />and softly, amber shone the light <br />as if to say I welcome you. <br />And I was pleased, of course, <br />as kind acceptance is <br />in our brave world, so rare <br />thus it came natural, my smile <br />and just one tiny, still civil smack <br />with lips that were such connoisseurs, <br />expressed its ambience rather well. <br />A touch of dreaming then occurred <br />and from the depths beneath the head <br />of snow white foam, she rose with grace <br />and opened wide her arms, her legs <br />by nature of design were bound from birth, <br />it was a mermaid of the most exquisite beauty. <br />And those of you who don't believe, <br />whose mothers married doubting Thomases, <br />go right ahead and laugh your silly grin <br />and drink your sterile gin, or Vodka made from grain, <br />or smoke the dope from down the street <br />and travel in the summer to Afghanistan <br />to grow and taste those poppyseeds <br />in fields of glory under harsh and cruel suns. <br />But don't come crying back to Daddy then again <br />to suckle juices from the hop and barley flower <br />you have forfeitted and betrayed the little maid <br />and she has chosen me above the infidels.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amber-dreams/
