The Well Of Sorrows (Poetry)

I’ve been to the well
and taken my cup
drank deep from heartbreak
and thought it enough
my penance over

Spring water turned wine
the flavour of tears
in the dark cellars
where dreams remember
the essence of sun

the bubble-bright morn
reflects on her vats
brings out the tingle
the delicious bite
the full-bodied thrill

intoxicating
sending souls dizzy
flushed with passion
in a fine ferment
yet the promise fails

wine back to water
with an aftertaste
bitter as the dregs
ghosts of old sorrows
bobbing like apples