Fridge Poetry 45 - Raise your glass up
Night will overwhelm us,
so here’s to never,
to a full goblet,
to perilous love,
and every woman I’ve ever cursed.
I must say this,
I want her smile full of spirit and beauty,
but not until I let that ghost be.
Make do, say so be it,
by hard luck and hell I’m here,
and how, I don’t know.
Too smart,
too opaque,
too Kafkaqesque,
too out of reach.
But you can’t fight off night,
so have peace in your heart.
