The Vineyards

Give me just one day
The clouds will part and lights will shine
The grapes will ripen on the vine
The glass will fill with sweetest wine
All of the virtues in the world
They will be yours

But

Give me just two days
The skies will seal like a book
The diamond's rough will underlook
The opportunity not took
Will not be taken

And

Give me thrice the days
You'll learn what patience is and was
Your curiousity will fuzz
It will in all be part because
You lost your time
It wasn't yours

Though

You give me square four days
You'll see the mountain's other side
All of the labour you relied
On will be all the worth in slide
The snow is whiter
On the other

When

You give me five whole days
To work this simple subtle trick
A grape to choose and watch and pick
To prick your finger with the sticky
Icky vines you grow

When the sun should come and pass
The vineyards hold you in warm embrace
The soil light against your face
And on the sixth day you are sleeping in a glass



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2008-10-18 at 07:38

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Elizabeth Rose
I would love to sip the sleepy glass. I enjoyed the rhythm of this is was almost like a nursery rhyme.
2008-10-19



i love this sweetly day by daily described journey through the vin yards of one too many Michael....it all starts off well and truly rosy but as the days and booze penetrate the life, destruction is the only way a five day bender can end in disaster on the sixth day! A bit like life if we keep hiding behind the booze or whatever trips our switch to off....smiling at you, loving your work as you mature into such a fine poet and man. Tai
2008-10-18