Tears In My Eyes, Wine In My Hand

I’m writing you this poem; I know you’ll understand;

I’ve got tears on both my eyelids, and wine in my right hand!

The tears are for the heartache, that I now feel every day;

The wine is my panacea, to help it go away!

I can’t face your loss without it; it soothes my aching soul;

The one you used to dwell in, but now, no longers’ whole!

My lamentations bring me sorrow, the nadir of my life;

The wine helps bring me higher, and alleviates my strife!

But all too soon I’m sober, back in the valley of no light;

With the tears of dark depression, that last into the night!

The only time I’m happy, is when I fall asleep and dream;

For there we are together, in the moonlights “Golden Gleam”!

But the moment that ends my slumber, is the one that starts my pain;

For I’m right back where I had started, without you once again!

I never shall stop crying, for with me, you no longer stand;

With everlasting teardrops, and a glass of wine in hand!