Amber Whiskey
‘New’ murmurs to me,
leave the damp fog
of all you every knew.
Sip the amber whisky,
ride on golden steed.
Allow tired memories
to sink below horizon.
The future lures you
with crooked fingers,
wagging promises
over the vista.
Sojourn with me,
taste cutting edge,
seal the ancient
into zippered pocket.
Fall over my cliff
but you cannot,
not ever,
walk backwards!
