Claret

Sweet and syrupy
it caresses my soul-
Trickling down the untouched chambers within.
Warming, dancing delightfully,
Liquid emotion.
Fuzziness envelops my mind.
I can hardly think to breathe,
and yet I breathe all life.
The snow, the bitter snow, no longer bites at my touch;
It welcomes me, beckoning me to indulge myself in its
Icy Embrace.
The crowds seem to part--
I see nothing and everything at the same time:
Blurred visions processed into clarity,
Clarity into Perfection.
Sadness departs, seeking solace in the shadows-
Smiles pressed deeply cheek to cheek.
I glance downward, considering my faculties,
And raise my glass for one last drink:
The dream of this claret.