Another End

Tonight is quiet.
In two inches
Of water turned wine
I can hear the slow slither
Of an entire year.

A whine,
Of early,cold months
In a window stuck half open.
The hoot of glee
That was a mid-semester break,
A week of lassitude. Ennui.
The whistling of the wind
As you and I wound into the hills,
Bickering,
As loud as that passel of brats
That nightmare brood.
The nagging of the sea
That followed me ashore,
And made sure
I'd take you along
To lie by her side again.

Tonight
I'm unchained,
Held tenuously to the night
By this one glass
And its twin,
That purple bit of gloss
A little mine, a little yours.