WINE, WOMEN & DREAMS We are not always lost in a haze colored shroud.  Sometimes the warm singe drips through us and the other half of us shines through Bacchus. Humid and of the earth. Barefooted and dancing in the sunshine of that warm glow enveloping our chest. The way it tastes on our lips. Wine and Women make us sing loud praises of merriment and love. Sing for that day lodged in a memory! Sing for love!