Intoxicated on you wine.

Skipping along the garden path.

Savoring the fruit of the vine.

Using your lake to take a bath.

I am cleansed of all my worries.

This garden shall last forever.

Time itself no longer hurries.

Yet another grape to sever.

I feel the wine soaking my soul.

It detaches from this world.

Becomes part of the greater whole.

I sway with the universal.

Now another glass fills my head.

The more I take the more you give.

My body falls away like lead.

My spirit has a chance to live.

Every time my lips meet the glass.

You offer me your sweetest kiss.

I let the wall between us pass.

My final breath is now amiss.