Looking Ahead

In a few days
it shall belong to the past.
in order to forget
I'll give myself
to the warm glow
of wine and passion;
but what is wine,
what is the dizzying
rapture of love
compared with the joy
of thirty words
one by one
cleansed of time?
let there be no rancor,
spare my mouth
the jealous indignity
and impoverished chatter
of impotence.
let me be thankful
for every song!
and do not mute the memory
of the three golden sails
even if fate
has scorned
and tainted me
like a useless rag.
(Contributed by Rozita on Thursday, February 10th, 2011)
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