Champagne recital echoes windswept tides,
despair in depth, tattooed amid old lines,
instilled alone within charades relapsed,
perceptions cipher, lost to lovers cracks,
the callus dreams befit each golden hue,
or else each maiden whisper cuts us through.
We knew the tower would collapse tonight,
regret refreshed with melancholy flight.
Poem © Phen Weston 2015
(A quick iambic poem for a rain Saturday…)