Is it the Wine, Moon or Poetry?

My dear friend Samuh agreed to be a guest writer on my blog and wrote the beautiful lines below. Read, love, enjoy and post your comments to let him know that we would love to see him write more. Always.

A pen, a piece of paper on the table

a life lived within pages of my diary

shadows of moonlit night on my face, in my hand

a bottle of Domaine Romanée-Conti

This paper -- a piece of art,

is my masterpiece, a drawing of you.

This pen -- my tongue, that words

in twisted words, all the things never said

private thoughts, never read

deepest emotions, through the pages of a book.

Doesn't this moon seem enchanting more

than the best of wines?

with every pull, flows from my heart a love divine

and through everything mentioned afore.

A drunk man may wonder,

there is nothing special about anything mentioned

but not the romeos who have loved

There's magic in the way love is loved

the way the life's past is lived

and memories treasured...

- Samuh Varta