beyond heavenly

the wine of life,
well, it tastes heavenly,
as long as you keep taking these short cuts,
passing everything you might feel,
and laughing your way out of your
dreams.

you create your own palette
and choose the colors
carefully,
as you stumble towards
the shades made by destiny,
at least in the moments you believe in
the existence of its
appearance.

then again,
you stop
and find yourself
looking down the cliff,
on the top of the hill,
waiting for the storm.

…because it is the storm,
after all,
you are seeking.

…because it is the storm,
after all,
that makes your wine
taste beyond heavenly.