03-04-2007

My winemaker

Somewhere far away lies a quiet Patagonian forest
The rivers running wild like your windswept hair
The meadows sparkling in the sunlight jumping with delight, reminding me of the times we danced
The mountains ever so majestic, bold and curvaceous as the times I held you
To see the beauty that is you - how I long for it
But like that forest you are miles away.
Did I dream you? You were ever real?
Miracles like you simply do not happen to mere mortals like me

And now all I have is memories.
Left to imagine the wind playing with the meadow grasses much the same way as I used to play with your dark raven hair
If I linger long enough, I can almost taste the breeze that is you