Drinkin In

Spring come sweet with flowers beating back the cold
as fleeting shadows pirouette
familiar touches tease and tease nostolgic past
wearing the weathered years like some warm shroud
sitting on the porch drinking in mortality
can you hear that singing voice inside the silent urge
to walk upon this soft earth embracing who we are
facing the cleansing wind ruffling the pages of our days
easing up as the sun streaks in warm upon our faces
sitting on the porch drinking in mortality
how much of life is filled with meaningful moments
dancing with such sublte grace
so as to teach the truth of life
accepted as nothing less than a binding contract
that brings us to our knees and flooding our hearts
washes reason bone white
and it lifts my spirit high
cooking up a taste treat for tomorrow
seasoned with the now
tasting the bitter and the sweet
and all the different textures
that makes life what it is... a gift
sitting on the porch with you drinking in mortality