Breathing

Have you seen how wine
Gasps for breath...
Scarlet... Dead or alive
As I soak my lips in a sin
At sunset
Weaving tales
Whispering sweet lies.

Light makes love
To stained glass pieces
Shattered yet together,
And stones carved, hurt, broken
Stand tall.

All seek comfort
In the arms of a night
But the light, never leaves.

The wine is bitter
Like people who have
Breathed too long,
Salvation never comes...
For an unborn night
There is no dawn.

Saba