The nights of wine and beauty
when you were hiding your face in my
Guinness coloured hair
are to be someday reinvented.
Life flows, trees bloom
and empty glasses get broken,
your table is deserted just like your life
while I try in vain to intoxicate myself with illusions.
It would take a miracle to retrieve you
yet love will bring me one day to where
I will find again your strong essence
In the entrails of the smallest bottle.