Nightcap, by Arthur Debenham

Nightcap

My favourite nightcap,

Doesn’t matter where we are,

My cure for insomnia,

Don’t ever stray too far.

Strong and full bodied,

A genuine one of a kind,

A Limited Edition,

Another? I’ll never find.

Keep your rum and vodka,

Bourbon and liquor,

I’m hooked on my nightcap,

Now here’s the kicker.

My nightcap isn’t mine,

Not for me to own,

Not always found together,

Merely out on loan.

Together a taste euphoric,

I drink in all I can,

But nothing prepares for sorrow

Of my nightcap in another’s hand.

The sun on your face, The wind at your back, A life well lived, A Journey on track. I’m not running in this race,

Those incoherent whispers Words from inside or out They have no logic or reason They create the maze of doubt. Echoes from the past

Embers to spark Spark to flame Flame to light Never the same Please don’t drink from that grape…

A flicker, a glimpse, A pierce in the void, A beacon in a bleak sea. The grip loosens, The fog clears,

A little life, Perceived anon, Reflected upon, Through jubilance and strife. Where do you go

Remember when I was small, You raised me up on shoulders, You always lent me your strength, A hundred times over. Remember when I came of age,