Goblet of Red Wine

A goblet of red wine in a perfect night,
made me shed a tear on your name,
a name that does not seem to abandon its task of piercing my mind with the memory of you.
A sip of the warm red wine to remember,
to surrender my sentiments of log-gone hapiness.
A swig to drown the memories with my tears,
and feel blessed in this perfect night.
Behold my tears for they are still stained with her love and her soul,
and her flesh is no more,
and I still surrender myself to the sharpened daggers of her love gone.
A goblet of red wine, and my moon cries,
for she knows all that has been left behind.
I choke in pain and drag myself through the floor,
in such excruciating soul pain,
for there is no other source of finding her,
and my tears now run in endless oceans of grief,
a grief that has stained my whole being,
for she is no more the one for me.
An empty goblet in a perfect night,
and she is no more by my side,
just a wailing is all I have got,
and the coldness has imprisioned my world,
and tears drown my words as I lay on the floor.
There is no more,
just an empty goblet,
and torments of shedded tears in the shadows,
whilst the moon beholds my suffering,
as iof caring to take me to her,
but all that is left now is misery,
and the sands of time ahead of me for all eternity.

RQ
Moscow
01.02.10