We pour wine to keep us warm

To soak us in a sense

of que sera sera

Balm to soothe the sadness

Glass of ruby calm

To dampen down the fire        

To blur the jagged edge

 

I see tears traversing tracks

On the faces of the fallen

Little beads of anguish

Saturating skin

Moistening and cooling

sore and open wounds

Knowing consolation

is all that I can bring

 

I try to offer solace, in the hope it may take flight

Grow inside your mind, deliver some relief

I hold you ‘til you cry yourself

to sleep in grief-soaked dawn

And sit with you in silence

for another day and night

 

My best and oldest friend

How I hate to see your pain

Wish I could annihilate

Obliterate

Eradicate    

Or just ease your desolation

But all that I can give you is

Wine and

Tears

And consolation