The night tonight

The night’s tonight

An overflowing cup

Of sweet sparkling white wine

I drink hard

Into the little hours

And have still not had my fill.

Alone, adrift

In a dark reverie

Drowning a zillion thoughts

I gather anew

Random musings

Drawn from the swirling fathoms.

In vain I seek

To wean off the lure

Of the spilling frothing brim

Still succumb again

To the heady hour

Of the night and the moonlight.

© Sujatha Warrier 2013

[Published in Anthesis – International English Poetry Collection]