Grapes And Wine Poem by James McLain

When we two separated in silence and my tears, ignored.
Wye; and when you left me off for wine and other grapes.
Hasten sour now, brown shriveled vines my sun, avoids.
The medium thus once green with clover, fallow 'dear' it waned.
Broken off and your cleavage has during past years.
Bosom raised your play and cold now tips your day,
colder than with lost kisses, brought 'naught by me.
Reality delusions and fevered this hour past consideration.
Hidden by the hours within each minute gone like snow.
The dew of this grey morning clouds their weeping faces
gone descended,
cold upon my craggy stone cut face - it felt once like and l - no warning
of that in which direction, My 'Daughter I now, must take.
Your wishes all that I have spoken, speak to me no more,
upon deaf ears the queen of smug now gone errant, mind now dull.
Broken, and my light is bought your fame:
Hear thy spoken name in shame, and sheets of searing flame.
Black robes,
Upon 'They' I call thee, before me', bell upon a knell in mine deaf ear'
Once that ear of thine, mine;
A shiver now creeps up my spine, O thou and hear it not,
I, her wants - are- why- grpes and wine..
Thousands of my tears, I spent expensive!
They know this step of which I speak, reason fled no longer
seeks your heart of thee I thought you knew mine well.
Whom knew thee much too well: - A long time,
a long time and much was spent in thee off the street.
I, too deeply thought would thus, too indicate.
Never I, In secrecy we met - in silence, tongue was kept.
This thy heart mine could not forget.
Thus my spirit mislead by thine.
When I meet thee next, after long years,
How then again must I should they so greet thee?
Veiled by your shame,
With but your silence and my tears, I can't shield thee.