Authored: September 18, 2018

In dreams I found myself in a empty vineyard
Between rows of budding grape leaves
Under a cloudy yet mild sky
My hands touched each plant as I wandered past.

I had met so many people, who had touched my soul
Like footsteps we enter other people's lives
And they enter ours and leave traces and memories
Sparks of beauty, sometimes of pain
Of love, of despair, of laughter, of tears.

In these dreams I explore the infinite of yesterdays
And the affinity of tomorrow's
I fear nothing no more, least of all myself
Everything has a reason and an eventuality.

I come to the end of one row and look beyond
Seeing an infinite field of beautiful wine
One day to be shared, drunk
New memories, new smiles, new hopes
Shared and felt
Of holy wood.