Pure Water
A life sustained by water pure,
yet marred by memory of the wine.
Like fragrant waft of soft allure
diminished not by hands of time.
Forever clear the water streams,
yet never ends the draw to wine.
Forever helpless so all seems
to purge the memory from my mind.
Though water’s healing– ever constant,
soft and clean and unaware
how often it hath quenched my thirst
and oft hath left me standing there.
A gaze in awe and silent yearning,
watching how the water flows.
Mesmerized by every trickle,
wishing I could just let go
of every string the wine has woven
through the fabric of my soul.
Doth feel betimes a fact well proven -
I’ve not the will to let it go.
For wine is strong to those who drink
and feel the fire of liquor’s hold.
Changed thus forever so I think,
in moment’s time my future sold.
But hold I fast to water’s beauty,
resolute despite all time.
Let God and angel’s bear this witness...
I choose water over wine.
