All the toast have been made
The last pint drawn
A final melody is played
All hope is foregone
Silent walk in cool autumn’s moon light
A bottle stashed for a lonely time
Or just a winter’s night
Unleashed dreams was the crime
Truth of visions and things seen
Foretold when asked
Spoken honestly not cruel or mean
Bringing forth futures mask
The bottle becomes the friend
Till the cock grows in the morning
And sunlight rays are sent
Then for a time they are gone
Patricia Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-seer/
