Sacred Wine [justin]

Sacred wine in your tears and in your veins
Beware of freedom’s price, how bargains lie
Death sleeps with life, all that is gone, remains

Secrets, yourself hidden, daylight explains
Why exile began, but grief won’t deny
Sacred wine in your tears and in your veins

A girl waits in June, your Eve, sings refrains
Gray matters fear doubt, of nothing be shy
Death sleeps with life, all that is gone, remains

Shivering hands still feel the preferred chains
But cruel regrets made invisible by
Sacred wine in your tears and in your veins

Trash now into gold, the priceless complains
Written in red, rust has but one reply
Death sleeps with life, all that is gone, remains

Seventy-two wild horses, labor pains
Don’t know how to live, much less how to die
Sacred wine in your tears and in your veins
Death sleeps with life, all that is gone, remains


this poem was produced in villanelle form