After a solid work day,
I let down the rolled up sleeves
where no bit of poetry is stored.

There was nothing comes to mind.
I opened a bottle of Merlot,
put my feet up with a glass of wine.

Drowse hit me and sent me to slumber.
Vivid dreams filled the landscape of trance.
Faces came into focus from outer space.
Smiles resembles lost lives.
Music played by vegetation saturated in rain.
Air tasted like white figs.
Water ran like marble stress balls in my hand.

When I woke up,
darkness showed her calm face through the window.
My wine sat by the bedside table,
came to live in dark blue on vine.
Was the wine enchanted or I?

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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