A Chance Encounter Poem by David Levitas

In bars, where all that living freely trips,
Baring the soul between the mouth and lips,
Washed with cream that to a head does wander,
Touching the soul with feelings, that fonder
Than life itself, stray to memories pool
Where lies the source, of what should, should not rule;
A chance encounter or so one believes,
'tween one's grandam's guilt, that still secret grieves
In the silent complicity of souls
That long for redemption; their empty holes
To fill, with wine that will set them free:
I meet, with tongue-tied grief, with thoughts that see,
The feeling deads cipher; that only beaks,
When mouthing sweet joining words, partake
I, of sobbing salutation; and part
From out the place where pity breaks the heart.