When the dog days come and the summers crest, and grapes and women are at their best; That moment, like wine, should be distilled, So deep in the snowy fields rebuild The sweetness of the sun kissing where my lips should be. On a day long passed to memory, Out on a limb I watch the clouds roll in, Day after day the rain a reminder of where my lips should be; No longer blessed, but by an empty glass; And visions and dreams of a day long past. copyright 2003 t.james zanotti
10 Comments
Christine brand 10 Aug 2006
very clever...interesting and deep, I love the poetry...impressive lyrics and hidden secrets.Rebecca Marona 18 Mar 2006
I SEE THE GRAPES ! RebeccaVivian Allen 01 Nov 2004
This is mesmerizing.Dawn Landrum 01 Nov 2004
lovely texture and colorsDjervad Steen 30 Oct 2004
very original way of paintingChristie Templin 29 Oct 2004
Very nice! I really like the water-like effects of the picture. Good work!Nancy Woolweber 28 Oct 2004
Looks muddyMister E. 28 Oct 2004
I almost didn't see her. Very well doneCharles Oliver 28 Oct 2004
Interesting composition.Christopher Day 28 Oct 2004
I see something though... i'm still not sure what it is.