| You And The Wine |
|---|
| When our love was born |
| The Earth was torn |
| By such things |
| We rang out like horns |
| On Austrian morns |
| In the spring |
| The sounds that we made |
| Endlessly fade |
| Like a curse |
| And now you and the wine |
| Have become intertwined |
| And that’s worse |
| We wasted our youth |
| On dramatic half-truths |
| That were wrong |
| But the warmth of the sun |
| Was keeping us young |
| For so long |
| And with this next line |
| Everything’s fine |
| In the end: |
| There are increments of time |
| So complex and refined |
| That they bend |
| The whole summer grieves |
| We’re watching the leaves |
| As they fall |
| And you’re violin strings |
| And wonderful things |
| For us all |
| And you and the wine |
| Have become intertwined |
| And that’s worse |
| Than trying to find |
| A part of a mind’s |
| Dying verse |
