Millennial Absinthe Roux (Congratulation for the Thousandth View)

A thousand years,
Is it common much?
To seek the wine,
That meets the expectations,
That holds beauty in every sip,
In every arch,
And sends us on a trip,
Of Perfection,
Spiritual Indulgence,
And leaves us feeling,
Not so set,
Not so up?

A thousand years ago,
I lost a tide,
I lost a war;
The bridge that gives,
That bridge that holds;
Still at the ending,
Wavering river,
Never to begin the stories anew.
And in my silence,
In my solitude,
My madness grew,
My rage too.
All the darkness;
All the shade,
In my infernal hate,
It all grew,
As I rued,
The days I forgo.

Drunk and Twisted,
Delighted by simplicity,
And all I knew,
I left myself behind,
To experience the art,
The symphonies,
The Beauty undefined,
Unrealized,
In all my absence,
The Absinthe Brew,
It took me too.

Millennia ago,
Or so it seems,
I took my first drink,
Of beauty,
Light,
And Sound,
And since,
I couldn't go back,
In all my rage,
From the Millennial Absinthe Rue.

ISA