Warm Wine and Warm Rain

Deep in the snow, light in your heart

There was always a sunspot

To bury wormwood and wormholes in it

You carry the wickerman across the field

And calling him your compatriot

Does it takes away the fun in burning?

Across the towers across the house

A promise broken is a promise relived

You still lived in your lies

The perfect table in the perfect house

I was still a bit underground

With all my cranes and crane cards

Once when I see you

You were cold and clear

Your words were blurry

Your eyes illuminate

You lived with the waves

Soundwaves or oceanwaves

You speak of the tales as if

they were lost children

And we stopped eating and sleeping

Only to get a glimpse

Of your ashes of forgotten days

Dandelion to daffodils

It was a secret shared and tried

One day we will be back

To the towers and the house

That would that never will

As languid whispers in the wind

And the wind that put the water still

By Aran Meredith

August 2024