Inch by hour
the virgin sours
Grapes wasting
on vines uncut

Vinegar soul
Unsalted dream
Cantankerous smiles
no end to means

Break with bitter
for songs once lost
Find the rhyme
on your broken cross

Drink the wine
and feel the waves
A balm like memory
and better days

A sentiment stale
yet familiar and true
Somehow autumn
still reaches you