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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471104" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Invitation Back to the Vineyard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471104" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Forever was the vesper's smile<br>Like in a nightmare's mist<br>An eerie breathing hiss<br>A servile guise striding along<br>The strife to escalate living<br>Throttling the abeyance of breath<br>With the red hands of gaiety<br>But the vineyard had no eyes<br>To witness this profound debauchery<br>So the trample cat-walked leisurely</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471104" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Amidst the garden's cloak, I<br>Reckon with these ancient eyes<br>The dark that loiters in ubiquity<br>Under the nubile and florid light <br>Of the moon's chaste flourishing<br>Brewing the concoction of<br>A rose-wine dance of fire<br>And the whiffs of haughty ivy<br>Lost in the ghastly mangrove<br>My vision in an agog pirouette</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471104" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And in this dour soliloquy stood<br>A sentry warding off the caterwauls<br>Endeavoring to disentangle from <br>The yards' saccharine and agonizing grope <br>A fiendish comrade that never abandons<br>Until I moseyed farther from the yard<br>Where the roots are buried at my feet, <br>The vines of eloquent wisps are spangling<br>Like lynches under the moonbeam<br>In a knot of vehement condensing, <br>The redolence is preposterously resilient <br>In a loop of melancholic bitter-sweetness; <br>Tongue in cheek: steadfast yet flimsy</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471104" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Cobwebs drifted with an insidious sheen<br>Tranquilizing the lamp with shrills of fear<br>But this sentry fire I had held like my skin<br>That drove the shadows of the vineyard<br>Back into the cradle, the valley of dying stars<br>Spits scorches to the cognizance and fraternity<br>Of the shackles that tethered me here<br>In this feigned state of inebriation<br>And splintered me from the vineyard<br>Where my bones bloomed in desiccation, <br>Closer and closer, the vineyard closes in</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471104" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Safe and sound from the horrors<br>Of the vineyard's myths and lore<br>The echoes of the cellar, the chateau; <br>The mooring point of the topple, <br>The ceiling of vertical trance, and<br>The pillars, the constitutions, <br>The home, the shadow, the genesis<br>And the wine that fills the goblet, <br>Without my misery, I subsist<br>In this monopolized purveyance, <br>In this spinning roulette tryst<br>But I am rather empty<br>And now I fear the lack of fear<br>The distance from the nights<br>That haunts the grotesque vineyard</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471104" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now, I linger with the taste of death<br>Sauntering in the contours of my tongue<br>Futilely waiting for the invitation<br>Back to my crimson deluged walls<br>And sweet and sour trickled floor<br>Because home is where I sprouted<br>My roots and stretched my vines<br>Tangling with angst and agony<br>Still, this is where I should putrefy<br>In the vineyard of dreams on fire</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a></strong></div>