The moon wears a halo; an
angel winks through light
that smiles on
through the darkness.
This night of ours
is lit by dreams
and cobbled streets make music
seem inevitable
as we walk
like Merry Men, through a forest.
But trees are sparse – like sadness,
tonight; tears and fears
and anger –
all pulped into paper; leaving us
pages upon pages of space
to draw giggles in wine
and lipstick.
Pour out laughter and I
will drink it down, happily – because
there is nothing but
the fun fizz of us
in my stomach.
Gin and Tulips 
This is pure perfection. Enjoy that fizz.
super poem. Perfectly balanced and whimsical and frothy as its end line…
Wow.!! Very upbeat. Sadness, tears, fears and anger “…pulped into paper” leaving only empty pages to express delight. “….pages of space to draw giggles in wine and lipstick.”
You continue to amaze me with your imagery.
AND…some “fizz” to add to my gin.!! Damn flowers get stuck in my teeth don’t you know.!!
H.
Love this! So upbeat.
Thank you! Really appreciated…