While They Sleep

 
There is more to it then wine
shared with friends
some good ones and others.
When things were fresh
and I was filled with
a head full of dreams
and my hands full of strength
I looked at the world with hope.
I saw goodness in all
and shared it equally
spread my love around,
but that was then.
Now I see it all differently
when a kiss means something else
and hope is as rare as goodness
and I am spent in every way possible;
left with a head  full of thorns
and a handful of nails.
So I guess I will take this cup
because it is mine to drink
and get beyond this.
To a day when I can rise with the sun
be filled with the Spirit
and share my love again
to all who will hear my story.