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]
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