Intoxication

If I drunk a little,
Why this furor?
I haven’t robbed any one,
Nor have I forced open a door.
I am not concerned with wine,
Which the heart detest,
The wine distilled with in the heart,
Is what my heart adores.
There he says; “Deliver the bowl”
Here I say “Endure”
What a queer heart he has,
What a heart I hold.
Every gain owes its’ glow,
To the light divine,
Every breath that we breathe,
His presence underscores.
A blot staining the suns face,
Mysterious are the natures way.