"Intoxicated Love"

The weather beaten garden clock betrays some laziness
The once precise hands have now grown rhythm-less

The laced hammock sways beneath the winking stars
And the silver moonlight floods the dale of flowers

But something strikes my heart as I lie in that light
Enveloped in the velvet silence of this queer night

The dancing flame of fire still burns the candle wick
The bottle of red wine`s smashed by a drunken kick

The wind is steady; blows strong without a change
But somehow this heart of mine has never changed.

But now my thoughts chase each other to victory
And I finally understand the cause of my misery

On this very hammock he used to be in my embrace
I`d see him till he falls asleep, exhaling on my face

On this quiescent trail we had patted smiling flowers
Invented sailing hearts by connecting the stars

Between these very hills our winter moons had sunk
We`d break the wine bottles each time we got drunk

The butterflies had blushed upon seeing our first kiss
Laying on the fresh-cut grass, enclosed in a smitten mist

And now I lie, drunk, with wine and memories of two
I hope missing him is not something I must get used to

The air of strangeness transforms to a glacial breath
This new life of loneliness is in fact a living death

The wind puts out the candle, darkness adds to gloom
Even the gusts bring the rosy scent of his perfume

And as it intoxicates me, my eyes turn to scour
I look around for him, until I realize he is there

And each time a star dives, this heart of mine believes
And searches for him, once again, amidst the mocking breeze...

I Love You.


Gary--