I drink
I think
I wish to blind these travesties.
Talents wasted: burning time,
      Saluting, Sea to shining sea.

I found, in her
A love I grasped
The anchor once was me.

We sank
    One soul
    One life
    One poison
In bottled spirits, we were free.

Take a message from a bottle
Thoughts sinking in intentions.
If but a piece of art you seek,
Drinks surely drown my inhibition.

I never took her for a fool
Her strength was not of question.
Glancing back at lessons wasted,
I wonder who had taught the lessons.

Her path was forged in every step
Her prints I dared to follow.
A dreamer to find a better way,
Looking for HER to draw tomorrow.

From her stool she called me pretty,
Pride never stole the moment.
We'd forgotten all that mattered.
I told her she was handsome.

Faith is not of subject bound,
But of purpose not yet rattled.
Realism steals the crown,
Of any dream, well traveled.